When you die where do you go?
I've always wondered what's after death. I've heard you feel the pain of a thousand deaths,
Your stuck in a void of nothing ness, trapped in the place you died.
Is there such thing as Heavan? A forbidden paradise?
Does God really exist to save you from all your sins?
Does satin pull you down into the burning fires of hell making you wonder what you did wrong.
Or
Does your soul get torn apart in a million diffrent ways, shatterd and dismemberd until you simply just doen exist?
So I ask you one more time. When you die where do you go.?
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