Afterwards

letslive1959 • 59 followers

Read this one back and wasn't quite happy with it so just a quick rewrite.
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Skull and soul,
What happens after death?
Does it end, the life's we mould?
Or carry on after that last breath?
Heaven or hell?
Grave or fire?
For whom tolls this bell?
The murder? The lier?
Is there such a thing as a ghost?
A god a devil?
In the fire we will toast!
For we are nothing special!
Is there an after life?
Only one way to find out!
You must suffer some strife,
To find out what its all about!
Afterlife? After death?
Grim reaper show us the rest!

#afterlife #existential-poetry #general #mortality #philosophical-verse

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