O, the fear that grips us as we near our earthly end,
When we face the unknown and our mortal frame must bend,
For what lies beyond the sleeps we cannot fully comprehend,
And the shadow of uncertainty looms, our souls to rend.

Some say we'll meet our Maker in a realm of light and grace,
Where every tear is wiped away and we'll see Him face to face,
While others speak of endless sleep, a void without a trace,
Or reincarnation, karma's cycle, from life to life to race.

But science offers other thoughts, and reason, its own voice,
That all that is shall perish, that we've no eternal choice,
That death is but the end, the closing of our worldly poise,
And all that we have loved and done shall fade, without a noise.

Yet still the faithful keep the faith, and hope within them springs,
That there's more than meets the eye, that death's not all it brings,
That a higher power reigns above, and love, not fear, now sings,
And that truth shall overcome, the doubts that science flings.

✍️ FOLORUNSHO MIKE IYANUOLUWA

It's a beautiful piece. Yes i got the central theme: whatever happens after death is not the problem for now,rather, live in love and keep peace.