The Afterlife

What happens when you die?
And how'd you get so sure
Of your beliefs and reasons
From creative literature
Not saying I lost my faith in church
Cause that I never had
No up if you're good
Down if you're bad

But what if Jesus was just a metaphor
For belief in forgiveness
A way to move forward
From the consequences
Of our perceived sins
To get through death and taxes
And then let the fun back in
And what if the afterlife
Is only for
Every single other life
That comes after yours

Maybe we never did know
Maybe we never will
If life on earth is shallow
And we're here to swallow that pill
A pill that just might cure us
Of our selfish anxieties
Another day afraid that
Nothing more comes after me

But what if Mary was just a metaphor
For the gifts we get on Christmas
Or mistakes that get us born
Like some man named Gabriel
We put all our trust in
Who poses like an angel
Just to get us into bed
And what if the afterlife is only for
Every single other life
That comes after yours
Ahh
What if religion just focused on the way we live
And not the lives of others
When that's none of our damn business
What if by God above
We meant the unknown stuff
Miraculous beginnings
And the purposes of life and love

What if Jesus
Was just a working man
Who tried to say we're equals
And things got out of hand
Held up his reputation
Just to please his mom
As some heavenly sensation
A gift given from god well
I'll make some wine
To woo my friends
And give our lives a hopeful end
Where all we've done and we've designed carries
Into the afterlife