Here on earth
I bear my happiness
Or bear my melancholy
Going either to heaven
Or going direct to hell
I do not know the difference
Between heaven and hell
I am content with three square meals
In the absence of which hell
Stares menacingly at me
Still I will try always
To be on the side
Which bears water, air and fire
That I may Live And leave
My marks with or without
Heaven of hell.
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