Thought provoking poem about eternity.

Eternity
At the moment of conception to breathing without care
Death's voice beckons to entangle our soul in his snare
He summons us in unyielding and ominous ways
Filling us with the menacing dread that our existence yet decays
Though we try to dismiss that dance that we'll have one day with death
Like a comedy of errors, or a tragedy in Macbeth
We've dismissed the essence of what life really means
Just hiding behind the immaterial to mask our terrified screams
Of our desperate fear and terror, the cry of our discontent
It's then we question right or wrong and our feelings of malcontent
How can one answer the mystery "How long their life will be?"
How do we NOT obsess about our future yet;
Answer the question "Where will we spend eternity?"