Just Skip on over this (unedited) poem if its too much

What wrong did death is

Wondering upon
Why death has the song
What we can notice is
That death has been traded
As if
A commodity manifests of
The health in our body
Thus
Might we not
Realise we have got
A need for
The better
Method
Therefore and thereby
Well and long before I
Ever realised and questioned
What death is
And how its considerations
With hell are connected
There were people who
Wondered upon what to do
When already their body
Seemed up to its limit
With certainties in death
That nobody will forgive it
Thus that death has no longer
Seeming any reason
To avoid of
Since
The maximum limit
Has been reached but
Still the body lingers on living
And so they surmised
Between you and I
That they had some majical method
At their disposal
For avoiding that death is
The inevitable consequence
Of behaviour that is
Sinful yet
Of course
No such method exists
And over the limit
All that happens is
The body then decomposed
That it can hold no spirit
Manifests
The Spirit
If still with more sins
Clocked up against it
Needing being paid for to win it
The real story of what renewed life is
Thus has to exist
For a while
Within what is
Equally deathly
To the dead human body
That being known through baceria-ology
For of the human body
A few weeks might
Be the limit
Depending of course
Upon diet
Attitude
And nursing care requirement
These facts that ensure we
Human being lives
Cannot but fail to
Fear death even when we deny it
Yet then to fear also
Has religious method found
That after the body is no longer inhabitable
Even if after the most lengthy and painful
Of deaths
That experience could continue
Right down in the soil
Or carried by air
Through bacteria
The spirit reside
And might find some fayre
And of this experience is it
Already have there been children
Who dream of this
With open minds to
Its past certainty
The consequence of what we do
That conceiving the inevitable future
Of an Armageddon
Had no curtain
Yet that children worked for
Its peaceful protection
Of childhood’s yet therein
For after all
Is in not what is just and be sure
In the minds of modern science
That once dead
The body might
Decompose
And its particles of matter
Form into other types of life
If not in fact fossilise
Which is all that hell is
No more or less
Than this
I can here describe
Within dreams of remembering
And it was a fright
But alright
So why people might blame us
For accepting the status
Of being certain that in hell
We rot in the same well
Is awfully religious
In its way of informing us
Of no more than that
We still needed to have sin at
So as to have caused of
The end of these bodies long
Existance in human form
Thus ending
Simply because we
Have not yet given up on
Sinning
That such
Might we believe
All too readily
In those whom are accepting
That hell is the story
Of their own finality
That they might just have been
Rather too far terrible
In their own life style
Since they might be even past time
In the account of
How long the body can suffer while dying
Since hell’s bell tolls thus for such
But
This is the thing of
What many had not yet noticed
If
I can
The Aborigine I am
Decide by will
To become my living cells
Into the form of an animal
That is after
My self
Of human failings
Dies
Yet without needing to pay of an animal life
Only so as to be reborn in renewed Human cells
And that life in the animal
Will neither be since I’ve failed
To pay of the necessity
Awarded to be paid to death
But
Rather believe of fact
As an Aborigine
I can simply decide that
My own body will
Find life by
Avoiding the accidents of society
Initiating itself
Into believing
That after living a human life
The cells of who I am
Through an animal will re-manifest
Thus one day
Even lucky enough
To perhaps find their way
Back into another human form again
Except of course
With better predisposition to health
That since the animals don’t sin
Perhaps I’ve been happier that way
Once certain of the form
I am needing to be in
So as to remind me of what exists
Which is in life to stay
And to condition my mental shape
Into defining only that life giving
As my own fate
So thus we Aborigine
Tend to perform
The mental exertion
Of accepting such
As animal vegetable and mineral self
As the method by which
We might just
Be reducing the total
Quantity of death
In the human body
To endure
Perhaps by an opposing sort of effect
With the similarity of cause
Curing its own self of
Desire in human form
To behave alike to
The animal
The plant
Or the rock
Since it sins
We remember as
Not having liked of
That we find motivation for
Preventing sinning in Human form
Now
That all being told of
Might here we know of
It just happens to be the cause
Of this poem now known
To inform the readers of
The fact in which
There are those of us
Who accept
The embodiment
Of death’s experience
Within microbes
And bacteria
And still blessed
But never by
Having used up of
All the rest
Of the length of
How long is death
Of this human body
But simply
To find out how
To avoid it
The body’s death
Might we have had to
Experience
The Dreams of
A
Small
Single cell
Creature
Pest
In life
Alike
But not that same of
Our own death
For simply through forgiving
Those who wish our lives unwell
And want for us to die to their tune
And not the death of our own kind
Of behaviour known
Thus is this a strange sort of hell
Ever without
Having needed to have
Clocked up against
The records of which
Will be our own experience
In death
That is
Unless
We overly accept such as is hell
Without cause for the shell
Of its true dreams our forgiving self
To prevent of those who
Only want for more sinning through
For to thus overly accept
Is naught which but more and more death
But as for what did of
That death is
Why
By accident
Am I shy
To tell you in this