You ain’t going anywhere.
Here is where you stay.
Call it heaven.
Call it hell.
You ain’t going away.
Come back as a well fed cat.
Come back as a frog.
You come back how ever you want.
Like choosing a different job.
There’s a big cat heaven
And a bigger cat hell.
Frogs get squashed on a roadway, well…
Some never croak, for them, no hell.
Not frog nor cat remembers that
They chose this road
This swamp, this rat.
Chose a good fight
Chose to rest easy.
Chose this path
And chose not to see…
They are the choosers of their fate.
Whether gates of hell
Or pearly gates.
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