Afterlife Poem by Maclawrence Famuyiwa

I fear that unknown future date,
When reality will permanently fade,
And what will come after will be death,
When there wouldn't be any debt not paid.

My soul'll then aimlessly wander!
Maybe it'll float in a wide space,
Full of an afterlife wonders,
That may abound in that cloudy place.

Maybe I'd be with the spirits or alone?
I'd probably be flying lazily about,
Since I'll leave without my bones.
Then, I'd find afterlife no longer a doubt?

Probably I'd see the angels sing,
I'd also learn their new songs;
By clinging to their angelic wings;
While playing rhythm with my gongs.

Maybe my spirit'll find somewhere to hide?
Or It'd be sent to heaven or even to hell?
Would it be sent back to be born as a child?
Or wait there till the angels'd ring the final bell.