I Use To Think That Death Was The Final End Poem by Silence Dogood

I use to think that death.
Would be the final end.
But I was wrong.
For soon I'd live again.
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I was walking home from school.
A place I knew so well.
Thinking in my head.
About heaven and hell.

Wondering where in fact.
We go when we die.
Who tells people their eternities.
Who really decides?

If there is more.
Than what we assume.
Who decides in our future.
Who chooses our doom?

And that's when I chose to believe.
That theres no life after death.
That no matter what religion says.
We can't take one more breath.

But I was quickly proven wrong.
As a gang of men nearly caused me to die.
And my saviour a vampire.
Made me alive.