we all picture what happens when we die
some say we go to heaven
some say we go to hell
those who know are in no condition to tell us
like i wish i was...

i want to know what's real and what's not
not what maybe and what mabe not
i want ultimate knowledge
to know everything
to be brilliant

i want to fly
to soar the skies
to never come down to this hardship and war

i want peace
to live in a world where guns and cannons are banned
to never see pain and suffering again

so i think to myself
if there really is a heaven
and there really is a god
then is that our reward for tolerating this life?
with all the pain and suffering and war in this world
is heaven our escape?
and is hell our punishment?

some say we go to heaven
some say we go to hell
those who know are in no condition to tell us

...like me

wow, skeptical and curious. not a very good combination. i like the way you said the one's who know are in no condition to tell. That was the only poetic thing within this mess of a group of stanzas.

from 1-10 i give it a 2<-that's being unbiased

Do some research before you flame something.

alright...like reasurch what?

research what those things are and what they are to different people. Research how to get there by the different maps men make. Research God before you pass him off as a fairy tale. Listen to boths sides of the story.

If you write about what you know it could turn out deeper and more graphic. Sentimental and an emotion other than rejection.

um ok

Its hard to think of a title for this becuase it is unbiased.

well im not saying god doesn't exist. it's just that the person in the poem is questioning everything. like what happens when you die, god and stuff. im not saying it doesn't exist im just saying is it? and stuff like that. im not saying it doesn't exist.