We are all sinners, and sometimes good people go to Hell.
Sometimes life’s can be taken.
Just by the ring of a bell.
Though, Good people sin and so do the bad.
Now people just make peace, because it is a fad.
Though people don’t know why they do what they do.
Why is that bad people cry boo hoo.
So bad people, make peace so they can see God.
And take up all the room, and leave good people in the sod.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem