Truth About Heaven

The truth about heaven, is that it always rains,
After living your life, rain drops you gain.
There are no angels playing harps, and flying around,
It has a giant clock in the plaza, and it's always wound.

No golf courses, no shopping malls, no anything,
Only a bunch of dead people walking, there's NOTHING!
You wait all your life, living in fear,
That you are sinning, just to go here?

I say, live your life to the fullest, but do not kill,
Because I here hell is worse, if you thought HEAVEN was a thrill.
I say, when I die, ok, so be it, but until that day,
I'm living my life out, come what may.

Not meaning to offend anyone, I fell asleep and my mind gave me this image. Please Rate and Comment.

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