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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required For one night only satan decides, to offer me a look around hell An open house, I’m able to walk in freely roam about come back out No strings attached no tricks, or punishment I ask God will he hold it against me, he says no, for you only look So with nothing to lose I enter, albeit with some trepidation But this soon dispels, when I see what’s on offer Wealth beyond imagination at my disposal, to do with as I please Most beautiful women, tailor made for every fantasy, all mine to indulge I don’t even have to marry any of them, Every delicacy, food, drink, and drugs, constantly on tap No hangovers or consequences, no need to get up early ever again for work, or indeed work at all for that matter I do recognize some of history’s most nasty bastards But they pose no threat, just go about there own business Even some people I knew and liked, reside here looking extremely happy I’m confused, if this is hell, how can heaven be any better There’s more than enough here, to satisfy me for eternity To be honest, I don’t even want to come back out But I must the tour of hell is over I turn to God and ask, can I have a look into heaven now You already have, judging by your face, God says in jest Ok why not, let’s go inside, taking me by the hand, I cannot tell you what I’ve seen, not because It’s disallowed More because I don’t know how, Honestly it’s indescribable, beyond all human imagination And I am only human, I think I proved that, down in hell. By David Kavanagh
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