What happens after one dies Only a few and the wise Can tell you of that mysterious journey To your long awaited destiny In either heaven or hell But that all depends on how you bid your farewell Floating through endless white clouds in heaven Is where you could begin If you've lived a good life Perhaps with kids a job and a wonderful wife Stepping out of the way of harm And being someone's good luck charm Or else banished to hell for doing wrong Rotting there where you belong
Reason for writing:
Death surrounds us. The subject has always intrigued me.
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