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Afterlife

Death defies me
But soon I know
That death is nothing but black
And life slowed

Or is it an oasis?
Like a new beginning?
A place devoid of pain
And free from sinning?

What if it burns of hellfire
From the pits of loathing?
And feels like eternal suffering
Forever floating?

All that I know
Is that the afterlife is looming
And has the power to prevent
Any life from blooming