Death will come regardless. What’s after is what I fear. Will I burn in hell forever, Or be with God a thousand years?  Will I sing in a band of demons, Or be in the holy choir? Will I repent at the feet of God, Or will he call me a liar?  Can you get kicked out of heaven? Can you make it out of hell? Could someone kill the devil? Is God like what the bible tells?  Regardless of where I go, I’m a make the best of my stay. I’ll walk those streets of gold, Or I’ll burn until I’m grey.