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Death has two brothers,

The one called Heaven,

And the other called Hell

Heaven was straightforward,

While Hell had this thing for haggling,

Heaven loved the morn,

And Hell loved the evening

Heaven loved the poor,

And gave them all he got,

Though it was never enough

Hell loved the strong,

And he made them stronger,

So one day he evoked

Heaven's wrath

Heaven pointed out that Hell

Is liked by none

And if Heaven is the white  tabecloth

Hell is the wine stain that ruins it all

Hell pointed out that Heaven

Was so blinded by his own agendas,

That he became his own prisoner

And now he wishes everyone 

To share the cell with him

Death has two brothers,

The one called Heaven,

And the one called Hell

Both hated one another

But Death loved them both

And that, is what matters