Maybe we're in Purgatory,
Did you ever think of that?
I feel Hell under my feet,
No wonder it's getting hot.
Good things can happen in Purgatory,
Other things don't go too well,
It can be quite inconvenient,
Waiting patiently on a roof over Hell.
Occasionally we see beauty in the sky,
A touch of Heaven to our soul,
Every so often there's a sense of direction,
Above this toilet bowl.
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