After Life?

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Where will we go
in the after life,
after the muss
of the morticians knife,
will we wander strange worlds
where old memories are hurled
like cold rain on our face
with no flesh left to wipe.

Will we find just oblivion
when death comes by delivering,
that one long final gasp,
near our loved one's who clasp,
but can't hold us no more,
as we slip into nothing
and sleep evermore.

Is death like a nap,
that we'll wake from someday,
and stand before God,
in a judgemental way....
or is it a chapter
that ends every story
with peace...happy endings
somewhere far off in glory.....

There's no end to this song,
cause I've yet met my own,
there's no answers of course,
only coffins and bones,
but I swear on my grave,
when I reach the unknown
I will publish the truth
in a song or a poem.

As a ghost writer slipping
into some writers brain,
I will bring the world truth,
so that all who remain,
can at last seek the path
that will lead to less pain......

Whispering death's like a nap,
that we'll wake from someday,
and stand before God,
in a judgemental way....
or that death's our last chapter
that ends every story
with peace...happy endings
somewhere far off in glory.....

Or something far worse,
that all good men will curse,
from the dank realms of hell,
what a story I'll tell...

I'll be dead anyway,
it's the least I can do,
no more poems, no more songs,
just my final debut.

So if in some wee hour,
you mind is invaded,
by some unearthly power,
by this poet belated,

Just be sure that you write,
every word that I send,
lest you wind up a sequel.
in which "you'll" write the end.