What is there,
After this life?
What happens to us,
When we die?
Do we go to a place,
Where there is joy?
A place that is perfect.
Free of pain and sorrow?
Do we go to a place,
Where there is hate?
A place of suffering,
And misery?
Or do we,
Just simply,
Cease to exist,
And enter the eternal nothing?
These questions we ask.
We seek an answer.
But no matter what we try,
No matter who we ask,
We never get a strait answer.
Some will say one thing,
Others will say something else,
Nether of them telling you what you want.
Still the truth remains foggy.
Will we ever know?
Will the truth ever be told?
Maybe…
But the only sure way to know.
Is to find out
Through death alone.
