Whats The Meaning Of It All Poem by Aubrey Silver

we all live and we all die. but who knows what becomes of what is left behind as we leave this world for a new world and maybe a second chance?
you can tell me there is a god or goddess.
you can tell me there is a satin or a she-devil
you speak of heaven and hell as though you have seen them with your own two eyes even!
but i ask you. how you do know that when you die your self how do you know your leaving wont damgage you family enough to make them join you early? how do you know the mememory of your passing wont be too much to bare for them and they leave your home and it gets taken by nature?
in the end its all ways the same. you die...
wise people once said 'i bleed there fore i can be killed'
so when push comes to shuve how do you know that we all arent just dust in the wind?