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What if my parents
Went straight to hell And my big brother Steve Went there as well And forever therein They did dwell Would I get to see them On occasion Will I be arriving at the same destination What if they're Still in purgatory Just awaiting God In all his glory Or better yet If they're in heaven And getting set For the big wedding What if there isn't Any place to go No one to judge us Or save our soul If that's the case How will we know We'll never hear from Those who had to forego They say that energy Just changes forms It cannot be created Nor be destroyed We gotta go somewhere Other than here Somewhere out there I hope they serve beer
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