Hereafter Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I wonder what will happen after death—
I'm certain that I wonder not alone;
So many tales of trees and endless streams,
Where time doth stop and let dear passion be;
But thoughts conflict on immortality:
If he's not laughing then he surely screams,
Alas, for being into fires, why, thrown!
And oh, we're left with but a bloody stone:
That shows—nay proves. Reveals remembrance beams;
And left behind we yet have to agree—
With sparkly eyes and more than hopeless plea—
Oh, kingdom come comes only in our dreams,
Believing's but what we must for atone—
We breathe a little less with their last breath.