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Why try and believe

that when I die I will rest in peace,

my body will face the great degrees of the heat,

in ashes I will be converted,

I will not see paradise,

just pain and goblins where ever I will stand,

I will not see beautiful clouds of purity and joy,

only smoke and souls crying as they past by,

I will not entered heavens gates

cause the sins make you walk in the fire

as you entered your after life,

pain, suffering once again on my back

will be I wont be giving my wings to fly away,

just illusions to keep me warm,

when I go away heaven is the last thing I see and pray,

my ticket to the evil, dull,

dark place is placed upon my pocket,

I really wont mind been in hell and been I pain,

I will gamble and shoot dice,

defying the red boss

who will be the one who tell me

why I am in his house,

when I go away heaven will not be in the path

I will be send to the chaotic real of the after life,

I hope, I wish, I pray, I dream,

when that day come

you can still be by my side,

the last think I would like to see

is the beauty of your face,

so I can take on this new place

with no fear and just relief,

so when I feel hurt and feel in pain

I can look up from this bloody world

and see you still there close to me

and me close to you