Death means you're gone
You are no longer here
From this world you have left
Is there a Heaven or a Hell?
You tell me when the steal cuts your throat
Tell me when the poison is in your blood
The way you go is up to you
Will you let your childish games get you
Or will you run from them
Will it be your immaturity
No matter what it is you tell me
Because you will be long gone before I
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A strong message you are sending to someone here. Just a spelling slip typo though. Heaven and beginning. Blessings and thanks for the chance to read your poem.