| Heaven and Hell Where do we go? What do we do? When we die we have not a clue. Is it to heaven, or is it to hell? To die and to live bitter, To die and to live well. The white fluffy clouds, The bright homely places. The heat and the flames, The devil pulling faces. Is it in harmony, or is it in strife? We don't know how precious life is, until no longer rife. Where do we work? Where do we sleep? Is it like earth, or is it more deep? Is it to heaven, or is it to hell? To die and live in a palace, To die and live in a cell. The harp sounding heavenly music, The angels floating on by. Satan spitting flames, You dodge them, you try. Devilish spirit or harmonious friend? We wonder all our lives our outcome, where is our soul sent? poem index |