The burdens you've appointed us,
the pain that you've caused.
Your coldness has frozen my heart,
with no chance to let it thaw.
Forgiveness I seek with longing eyes
around each prospective bend,
out of selfishness and hope, I suppose
that this wound can someday mend.
When you leave us I'll dress you up nice
all in your Sunday's best.
I'll embellish your corpse with jewels -
ruby and sapphire and amethyst.
Maybe they won't look at the list,
they'll just assume,
that someone of such elegance and wealth
doesn't deserve a fiery doom.
If they're blind to judgments,
the jewels that you wear
could serve as a convincing bribe -
a ferryman's fare.
I'll see you in Heaven, old man,
though none of your riches will be left.
Only then will your greed and hate be gone,
and I can forgive and forget.