Where do our souls go
when our bodies die?
Are they reincarnated
and reused
or are they awaited
by he who would have abused
them?
Do they go upstairs
to God's room
sitting in waiting chairs
patiently for a new identity to assume?
Oh! How I wonder what occured
to the souls of those before us
and if their safety was assured.
What a topic to discuss!
This poem is pretty ******, but I'm bored so..