No Afterlife, After Life

No Afterlife, After Life short poem

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I thought there’d be a trial for sure,
With my lonesome self before a gate.
It seems all which I’d preached before,
Does not quite fit into my fate.

My God is gone, with him my crutch,
And it is difficult to stand.
And there is nothing here to touch,
And the hourglass is void of sand.

I do believe that this is it,
And all I’ve read was just a lie.
And in this darkness ends the trip,
That I embarked on when I died.

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