DEAD MAN’S GUN
I don't like the dead man's gun
Today I found it on my bed in heaven
It was not me who left it there Lord
Because I don’t own a gun
And I hate guns
They are very dangerous
And nobody has the right to take their life away
If they are in good mental condition
We leave it up to you Lord
But to my surprise
Just before I went to bed for the night
They had removed the body of a young man
Who had killed himself with the gun
In my bed
I didn’t know this young man
But I am not happy that he laid on my bed in heaven
Because in my bed are all the blood stains
And that bed is the evidence to this case
And the police took it away with them together with the body
Of the young man
And what now?
Where am I going to sleep tonight?
Please don’t forget that I have no bed in heaven
Why do people destroy themselves in heaven?
Shouldn’t heaven be a beautiful place?
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