Conceptions of Faith

Death recieves the waste of life
The remains of pestilence, pain, grief, and strife
But this eternal force of which all creatures hide
When it arrives their are no laws present to abide
To leave this plane filled with regret and sorrow
Only to continue on unsure of comings for tomorrow
The afterlife a void of eternal question
Ideas of which implanted by faith's suggestion
The truth of such we shall never know
Till the day when our souls are forced there to go
So shrink back from the form the reaper chooses to conceive
But decide for yourself if the concepts of faith are yours to believe.