There was a man with a gun
who liked to shoot his load
And one fine day when his time came
he left for god's abode.
When god saw him at the heaven's door
he sent for a paper and pen
" O good man, what have you done
to earn yourself heaven?
"O God , I have drunk a lot
and left my kin behind
To sing your praise and live on alms
in your world so unkind."
"Then go at once to rot in hell
and fight the boiling cauldron
and find many of your likes
who live on mirth abandon.
He who embraces the passion of love
and denounces all the grind
Ignominy like the clever quicksand
will bury him far behind."

Tags: Tragedy, Tragedy

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