By hilary west
Christians say it's heaven or hell,
The knelling of the funeral bell.
Rational minds say it's nothing at all,
The man with the scythe's terrible call.
An ending it most certainly is,
A new beginning or the start of a quiz
To find out all our awful sins,
So judgement comes at court of Inns.
But in reality we fear to go,
The terrible unknown our only foe.
But surely one day we all must pay,
Though most people want to stay.
Life is precious that we know,
And beyond where waters flow
Is it Paradise when earth has a claim
Heaven and hell in my name.