where do we go? (A poem)

Where do we go when we die?
Is it true we re-incarnate or do our souls fly?
Only then to disappear into thin air or appear again as the glare of a star in the sky
Do we become fast food for the maggots?
Or are we supplied with angel wings to fly and provide guidance?
Or are we alligned outside the pearly gates to await the most highest of judgements?
I WANNA KNOW
Is there a place called Heaven?
A place called Hell
Or a place called Limbo, a place for lost souls who do remain ghosts
And if so what's our J . O . B
For crossing of to rocking the halos
Maybe angles dont exist
Maybe my angles dont exist
Would you consider me develish
Imagine if
Earth's as good as it gets
The only sure thing's death