If I …

If I make it to Heaven, I will never understand why. For once I shot men and watched them slowly die.

If I make it to Hell I will understand why. For I kissed a girl and watched her cry.

If I make it to Purgatory I will understand why. For I stole the possessions of others so I could get high as the sky.

If while I am in Heaven and those I love were to die. I would look at the Creator and ask of him, “Why, oh why?”

If while I am in Hell and those I love do cry. I will ask the Creator, “Why, oh why?”

If while I am in Purgatory and those I love pass by. I will tell the Creator, “They are better souls than I.

For when I shot those men under the influence of a high, I believed myself to be the better man. Better than holier souls much as the “you” you call “I”.

For while I made that girl cry. I believed myself better than her. Better than her Angelic self under the Creator’s endless sky.

When my time does come and I ascend beyond the sky, I will hold my head up high and admit the wrongs I’ve done

And if the Creator has it within him a pardon I will receive. Even though I willingly did deceive. Broken Commandments fell like shadows both behind and before me.

With sincere apologies I dare not use to deceive. I will gladly pay a penance if the need does be.

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