WHERE DO THE DEAD GO?
The world is indeed a fearful place
Full of wandering, non living souls
Seeking chances to squander and erase—
Sometimes I wonder where the dead go.
You see them laugh through their pain
Burdened by the weight of their plight
Yet they still cling to vain pursuits—
Sometimes I wonder where the dead go.
Do they seek refuge from worldly dangers
Or journey to another world for peace?
Do they truly pass on
to another realm for more fun?
I don’t believe that people die;
I think they escape the trials
Of this lonely, daunting world
To find solace in another life.
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