The End Poem by ethan stalder

Where do we go when we die
Will we crawl or will we fly
Will we glide across the beautiful plain
Or will we live everyday in agonizing pain
Will it be bright lights filled with majesty
Or pure darkness engulfed with tragedy
Will it be voices singing about his great mercy
Or millions of voices screaming in there diversity
Will there be a wonderful feast made just for you
Or will it be sulfur and burning flesh with nothing to do
Will there be water so clean and clear
Or will it be acid you drink in fear
As I approach the beautiful gates on the right
And the damned caverns on the left
I wake up from this provoking dream
And realize nothing is what it seems
Everybody has a choice
And I try to use my frail voice
To change the ways of the doomed
But they all will resume
There evil acts and wicked ways
Which will continue throughout the days
I wish I could change their thoughts their ways
And rescue them from their inevitable graves
I don’t like what I see
Why is this my prophecy
Its my gift my curse
And all the knowledge hurts
I think back to the night of the dream
When I heard the cheering, the screams
It is the future
It was the past
It was first and it is the last