It.

Fire spreads light. Better than darkness

It.

Cause in the end

All, will depend

On how you've chosen it

That when you die

People, may cry

But no one gives a shit

So, make it short

Try to abort

Leave it all, and quit

There, where you go

Say, I said so

And helped you just a bit

They know me well

In realms of Hell

But also, I admit

When I check in

A couple of djinn

Keep fire very well lit

Better than cold

And dying old

While you cough or spit

A friend to friend

Advice, don't end

In a six foot under, pit.