Who wants my soul when all is done? Where’s best to rest up when I’ve gone? Have I the choice of heaven or hell? A gilded cloud, a tortured cell. To sit with God as shining light, Or plunged in dark eternal night? What’s made in life decides my fate The seas of blood? The pearly gate? Both sides will vie to reap my soul To boost their ranks, to gain control Of all that is or ever was Wrapped up in wings or demons claws. A death so calm to light my way. Hope springs to mind for my last day. But once again my question’s polled When all is done, who wants my soul.
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Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!
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