What happens after death?

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Oh, mortal beings, bound by finite breath,
What lies beyond the veil of blackest death?
Doth life's eternal flame extinguish, fade,
Or, in another realm, find solace made?
'Tis a question that hath plagued mankind's mind,
Since time's inception, answers hard to find.
For in this life, we dwell in ignorance,
Speculating on the fate post-existence.
Some argue souls ascend to heavenly plain,
A realm of angels, free from earthly pain.
Where ethereal peace doth forever flow,
And happiness, eternal, in hearts shall grow.
Yet others believe in shores of deepest dread,
Oh, torment and damnation for the dead!
A realm of fire, remorse, and gnashing teeth,
Where the wicked languish in eternal grief.
But is it not a fruitless, pointless task,
To ponder what lies beyond life's mortal flask?
For who among us, living, truly know,
What treasures or terrors in death may sow?
Shall we not embrace life's fleeting embrace,
And in our earthly journey find our grace?
Leave death's mysteries to fate's firm embrace,
And live this life with love and fervent grace.
For in the end, dear mortals, we must trust,
That death is but a change from dust to dust.