When we die
When we die where do we go?
Do we haunt the living, much like a ghost?
Do we not leave till we let go?
Is death quick, or is it slow?
Do we go to heaven, or do we go to hell?
Or do we spend eternity in our universe, but parallel
Do we live again, and get another turn?
Do we finish undone business once we are reborn?
Does God have mercy?
Or is he vengeful?
Yes, the act of death is truly eventful
Or maybe it’s not and we spend eternity at peace
And Maybe then we are finally free
The burden off of our shoulders and our shackles released
And that the beauty of death is in its simplicity
Yes the subject of death is truly a mystery