Everybody has the ability to be immortal,
And death provides an unlikely portal,
It's your life, your soul to sell,
Will you be living in heaven, or dying in hell?
Heaven is a palace of pure emanating light,
Away from the world, from hell's endless night,
And the glimmering, shimmering king over all,
Sits on the throne in the radiant hall,
Hell at the other hand, smolders in fire,
Where the eternal death and sorrow there never expires.
With your feet ablaze and as your body roasts,
Endless screams will surround you and your horrendous host,
When you die, you won't have your family or friends,
You will be solo, so think about your life before it ends.
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