Where are you going?

Saw this sign on the road and a 1-800 number. So got to thinking. Where are we going - Heaven or Hell?

Are you going to heaven or hell?
in bold a sign on the road said
A curious question, I so pondered
how can it matter when you're dead?

In your grave, lie cold and forgotten
while your mortal shell is consumed
while life itself has weighed you down
in death you were subdued

Another plane one might argue
exists for the soul to be free
to interact with other kindred souls
the worst specimens of humanity

Would there be a heaven I wonder
by leaving the mortal shell behind?
Can we our real natures ever change?
such company I must decline.

The End

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