Their exists no heaven
Nor hell,
For the souls are tortured
Here on earth,
God formed this world,
And others,
So that he may judge us,
Later in the end?
What blasphemy is this?
What wives tale you sing?
Six month in heaven,
And six in hell,
The first are spent well,
And the six solemnly fell,
Nay I deny you this vision,
Of paradise somewhere,
For the root of evil
Lies in every tale,
Cumbersome I have written,
To shake and sway,
The vision of heaven
Is a sip of scotch-
The fear of hell,
Time ticking away.
