Poetry.
My spirit floats to a heavenly place,
through the clouds to pearly gates,
where saint Peter asks me my name,
it may be me, but for you it’s the same,
waiting for judgement,
awaiting my fate,
roads of gold or fall from grace,
either heaven or hell i will soon take my place.
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