We All Will Die

We Will All Die.

One Day.

Some Day.

Some of Us Quickly.

Some of Us Slowly.

Some of Us Have Lived a Life of Death All of Our Lives

No One Will Notice When We Are Gone.

Gone.

Gone Like the Wind,

Gone Like the Spirit From It's Pale Form,

Gone Like the Life From Its Grave.

Death Comes When Life Is Fleeting...

When the Soul is Tearing From the Flesh

And Is Reaching From What is Beyond...

What We Cannot See...

Or Hear. Or Touch.

Or Feel.

But What is Beyond the Veil?

Is it Darkness?

Is it Light?

Or is it Just An Empty Space...

A Place for Souls to Hang Like Stars

In the Nighttime Sky

Is There a God?

Are There Angels?

Is There Hell?

Boiling Deep From the Sulfur Pits of the Earth,

Rising Up to Claim the Sinner's Souls.

Is There Heaven?

Or A Heaven?

Where We Will All Reside

At The End of Our Days

And Live in the Skies...

Among the Angels,

Among the Clouds,

The Stars and the Moon.

With the Sun Burning into Our Backs,

Where We Will Live Forever.

I Dream of the Days

When We Leave This Earth

When We Will Rise Above the Heavens

And Enter the Other Dimensions.

When Heaven Becomes Real

Before Our Eyes,

When the Truth is Revealed to Us

And the Gates Open Up to to the Wondering Souls Outside.

We'll All Go In, And Live Our Lives

Of Bliss and Happiness

For All Eternity.

I'll Go up There One Day.

I May Go Up There Soon.

I Would Like You to Join Me

One Day,

Up There.

It Would Be Nice to Be with Some Friends.