The great beyond

A man slept and slipped away
To a place called the great beyond
Far beyond the space
where mortal eyes can not gaze

Not ready, but fate he must accept
It's a phase every man must face
Though his clay decay
His soul is in a state
Where he can't decide his fate

Then his life chart is replayed
Like a play acted on a stage
He saw his own mistakes
and how he was entangled
with the game of more gain and fame

His good deeds also played
But overshadowed by his mistakes
He bowed in dismay
Too late, nothing can be changed
Whether it be pain or gain
Only the Keeper of our Soul can proclaim

This poem is about: 
Our world

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