All of us
We will die
On the day
When we can’t
tell
There are signs
We will see
ourselves
Sickness and
diseases
Inflicted on us
The aging
processes
It will carve
out our youthfulness
In time our
cells die
Our mobility
will be reduced
We believe in
God
We believe our
ways
When we all die
Do we know where
we are going?
Most likely in
tombstones
Most likely in
cremation
Living there for
eternity
The memories for
the living
Paradise and
Hades
We are taught to
believe
Do the good less
of the bad
But in death the
same road?
We will never
know
Nobody has
returned to share
It is just faith
and believe in it
It is a journey
clouded in a maze
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