Where do we go when we die?
Such a simple question
Straight forward and to the point
Yet impossible to answer
A question with no real response
A question no human can answer
Yet we will all experience death
We all die
Some think we go to heaven
A paradise; an ecstasy
Experiencing immorality
Having everlasting life
Spending forever with our master; our god
Living in a place of beauty and warmth
A place of angels and spiritual fantasies
Domains of divine beings in various religions
Houses made of gold and emeralds
Streets paved in diamonds
Incalculable beauty and magnificence
Others think we vanish
Disappearing from this life forever
Gone in a flash is your existence
Your conscience leaves you when you expire
Departing from earth and going nowhere
No afterlife to escape to; nothing
Just an eternity lying in dormant
Resting in a coffin; a box
In the ground surrounded by dirt
Consumed by worms over the ages
All that’s left is bones
A shell of what once was
Such an idea is hard to grasp
Quite repulsive actually
Having a life time of success
Of happiness and achievements
Of goals accomplished and wishes met
Just to die and spend all of time in a coffin
Living for 100 years and one day bang
Your gone forever; vanish you do
No, there is more
There must be more
Something after death
An afterlife to depart to
A refuge for you soul
Souls do not die
They can not die
There is a heaven; a god
And an afterlife
Where do we go when we die?
Paradise
