What Will Become Of Us?

What will become of us? After our final day, The greed will leave, The hate will be replaced, And peace will finally release, Us from our former selves, Without the need, We will no longer feed, Upon the seed, Of all our greed, I can't imagine, What will happen, When we die? When we say goodbye? You tell me, Perhaps you have insight, Into this night, Of which I cannot see.