After Life

Is there anything after death?
Peace and eternal rest?
Is there a light? A fire?
Anything, everything we desire?
Or do we discontinue and rot
In a small box in our personal lot?
What is in store after our final day?
All I know is a grave.
 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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