Death
When you die
your soul might go up to the sky
Or you might here satin's bells
calling for you to live your life in hell
When you reach up above the sky,you find yourself sitting on a cloud
you look around you and you start having doubts
whether the gates of your eternity will open
whether it's in paradise called heaven or in hell as hot as an oven
you find the angels and the pure souls wondering around,playing their beautiful
tunes
you look under you,you find the devils and the dirty souls suffering in battles of
duels
at the end all you can do is wait till the angel of death comes and tells you it is the
end .
Copyright © Natalie Habib | Year Posted 2008
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