In my dying moment I prayed to my lord. Hoping for salvation, wishing for forgiveness, and fearing the pain. My death was fast different from most it was peaceful and swift. I thought it was lord is mercy... oh how wrong was I. In the other side of the life there is afterlife a limbo where souls wander before returning to the life. There I see the shining gate of beautiful shade of red that leads to the life guarded by the angels. How beautiful they were wasn't something I could describe with words. Like many others I headed to the gate, walking through endless desert of black sand and dark sky. With me there was many other souls wandering towards the gate endlessly here what we were before meant nothing. Rich doesn't have wealth here, glorious doesn't have influence here, mighty is weak here, beautiful is faceless here, wise doesn't have anything to solve here, sinners aren't punished here, saints aren't praised here, and there was nothing to connect us with our previous life but only distant memories. The horror of afterlife truly come to play when the soul next to you stop walking and just stop there. Then another one will stop, after that another one, another one, like that in the end only few will be walking towards the gate with a slimmer of hope. Endless walking will make you start forget everything first your emotions then your memories will start fading. Soon you will lose your reason, your ability to think, and in the end you will lose the hope to live again. Stop walking and stood there silently without purpose long forgotten who you once were. Those who died without pain will stop first for even their last moments had nothing to tie them with the living world. Worst of all will be the moment right before you entering the gate that's moment when you are close enough to hear the angels... you can hear their snickering, their laughing at us, and their mockery. Angels aren't there to give us our salvation but snicker at our misfortunes and pain. Perhaps this is the reason we fear the death, the reason we cling to the life so desperately. The reason behind why we find purpose for our lives. So we won't experience this humiliation and pain deeply sealed to our very soul. Those who doesn't fear the death then fear what comes after it and use it as your purpose to live on.
