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Somewhere towards the end, in the month of five. Many
drinks of coffee, had brought it alive. I talked with a
friend of love and hate, Black and white, choice or
fate, What about heaven and what about hell? Which was
better? Who could tell? So as we sat in my kitchen that
night, Our conversations turned into a fight. He argued
"God is, the better one." I replied "Hell though, is so
much fun!" "But, J. C. can give you joy and pleasure,
And too much love for you to measure!" He stood his
ground on what he had said. "I guess we won't know,
until we're dead." His hand came out for me to shake. "A
gentleman's bet, we shall make!" Now the first who
crosses, a loser he is. For the one remaining, the title
is his. The years they passed, til I was ninety seven,
Neither of us, claimed hell nor heaven. Suddenly, his
heart, he clutched with his hand. Excitement, it grew, I
could hardly stand. So next to him here, I doth lay, The
bet was settled, time to pay. God and Satan, a truth or
a lie? Who's to tell... The bet was a tie, there both
same guy!
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