According To Life And Death Poem by Amy Stuart
According To Life And Death
It's hailing rain,
And sleeting snow.
But my eyes aren't open,
There's so far to go.
I'm fighting a battle,
I know I can't win.
I'll end up in Hell,
For countless sins.
According to Dante,
I'll end up a tree.
Oozing venom-blood,
In grave agony.
But you'll go to paradise,
Have fun and farewell.
My walk with the dead,
Didn't end so well.
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