Where do we go when we die?
When sunlight expires from the sky
Do we succumb to the time’s arrow
That shoots through the heart and marrow?
Is life over and finished in this dire existence?
Do we escape death into another leaping world?
I find no hope in aspirations that cling to fantasies,
And hold in contempt this arrogance of mystery,
Dead minds can’t conjure resurrection
From whence oblivion,
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