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They say wisdom comes with age
Every day above ground is a new lesson
We look up to the elderly & wise
The Whiteheads and the patriarchs 
For answers to things we don't understand

If man are really this sapient
i call upon the wise and the hoary ones 
For i have a question that troubles me
Can Somebody please tell me
...what happens when we die?

Some say we become angels & fly high
A place of no pain & no cry
With our fallen kins we shall reunite 
All the pain gone & forgotten 
Better dead than alive!
So should we all embrace death?

My chief says we become spirits
A semi-God status we assume
Our children shall worship us
And we shall bless em accordingly 
What if we die with nothing 
What shall we give to our children when they ask?

My uncle believes life is a journey
And Death...the destination!
Every man is obliged to walk the journey:
Yet No one is eager to reach the final stop
Sadly, eventually we all hit the hole
And that's just the end!
Is life really this empty?

After all my question remains unanswered!
Too much speculation...too much fantasy!
Can somebody please just tell me:
What really happens when we die???

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