Belly my grave

Pose and possible the impossible miracles,
Miracles of sliding me back to mommy's belly.
Belly is my grave of grace,
Alone where I waited for so long
to enter and I entered.
Lived and survived along
purely purified water not to drink but swim.
Life so simple and bright in darkness.
Mother the saviour,provider and the protector.
Alone, not alone but no loneliness.
Nor worries about what to drink,eat and wear.
I have existed and exited in the first belly,
Now the second womb has to follow.
Belly my grave be brave and command,
Command death to establish a path that I will follow back.
Back to my roots where I belong and believe,
Believe to be comforted by decent soils,
Like roots of flowers,soil into soil.
Where there is a turning back but no place to hide.
Earth as a circle,life a cycle and people in recycle.
From birth to death and womb for grave.
Grave of awaiting for the reborn in hell or heaven,
Heaven that doesn't matter to me,as long I meet my ancestors.
Because people lives forever,
Behold, brave and behave without fear,
Death is the conclusion of all sufferings.
I will call it,call it a miracle of cycling,
Come beautiful death,come miracle of cycling.
Shade flames of fame in my face,
They are the causes of depression,
Depression convinces me a rest of peace on you,
Therefore come and be the womb in the bellys earth,
Belly my grave,where my tardiness will finish,
Where I will patiently wait for the last trumpet to ring.