When we die

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