He sang,
"Dear lord,
When I die, and get to heaven,
Let me bring along my Angel,
Make for us a bed full of roses,
For I had promised her eternity."
She sang,
"Oh Dear,
When I die, maybe go to hell,
Roasting between devil's horns,
Let me bring along my demon,
For he's my cure and my remedy."
And they sang,
"Dear Love,
When we die, our bodies rot away,
Whether we go to heaven, or to hell,
Together, our souls will always stay,
Through eternity, we are inseparable!"
"They Sang"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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