After Life
Where do we go after we've been
We have so many choices it's hard to begin
Subject to heaven or a life spent in sin
Oh well.... there's always hell
Luckily for me I don't have to worry
Where I'm going there's no great hurry
Nowhere isn't really far
You can see it just beyond that star
All that black isn't nothing
It's totally filled with so much something
I was made of that same something
But what was me was really nothing
Self awareness makes us believe
We're something special but indeed
We're nothing more than all that something
That has no sense of being anything
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