WILL IT BE HEAVEN OR HELL?
As I sit in the 7-11 waiting for the next bus to Heaven I know Satan will be waitin' at the Golden Gate to convince me hell's a better place to be. Heaven and hell are fighting over me. The devil knows I like it hot and that's why a cloudy spot is not the place for me.
St. Pete knows the heat in hell well from visitors who stayed there a spell and it's not like the Florida sun that toasts the bun but a blaze that rages night and day and there's no ocean breeze to ease the perspiration and frustration, no air conditioning or deep sea fishing. You'll turn into a lobster before the devil's through with you.
But the devil is a devilish guy. He's sly and he will try to lie to you about those clouds awaiting you. If your cloud rains and you complain your wings are wet, God will get annoyed with you.
Your water's needed down below to help Earth's flowers grow so just be nice and bear the sacrifice. And don't you cry when icy winds go flying by and freeze your nose and toes. It's the price you pay to repose on a comfy cloud when the sleet and snow go away.
But the final decision's up to you. Do you want heat perpetually or weather that's mostly heavenly? Hell's better if you have arthritis. Heaven's rains are no good for aches and pains, You'll slip and slide on sleet and snow just like you did when you were down below.
"Ah," says St. Pete, "Heaven can't be beat. What's a little sleet compared to heat, Snow will come and snow will go. but it's so heavenly green in between. And for what it's worth, your loved ones down on Earth will always say, 'Have a nice day' as you push the clouds away to let the sunshine through. They'll look to Heaven and smile right back at you."
St. Pete knows the heat in hell well from visitors who stayed there a spell and it's not like the Florida sun that toasts the bun but a blaze that rages night and day and there's no ocean breeze to ease the perspiration and frustration, no air conditioning or deep sea fishing. You'll turn into a lobster before the devil's through with you.
But the devil is a devilish guy. He's sly and he will try to lie to you about those clouds awaiting you. If your cloud rains and you complain your wings are wet, God will get annoyed with you.
Your water's needed down below to help Earth's flowers grow so just be nice and bear the sacrifice. And don't you cry when icy winds go flying by and freeze your nose and toes. It's the price you pay to repose on a comfy cloud when the sleet and snow go away.
But the final decision's up to you. Do you want heat perpetually or weather that's mostly heavenly? Hell's better if you have arthritis. Heaven's rains are no good for aches and pains, You'll slip and slide on sleet and snow just like you did when you were down below.
"Ah," says St. Pete, "Heaven can't be beat. What's a little sleet compared to heat, Snow will come and snow will go. but it's so heavenly green in between. And for what it's worth, your loved ones down on Earth will always say, 'Have a nice day' as you push the clouds away to let the sunshine through. They'll look to Heaven and smile right back at you."
posted by Ed Weiland at 3:31 PM
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