It.

Just a poem

It.

Because in the end

It will all depend

On how you've chosen it

That is when you die

No one will really cry

Cause no one gives a shit

You can make it short

Try now to abort

Leave it all and quit

And there, where you go

Tell them, I told you so

And helped you just a bit

They know me very well

In all the realms of Hell

But also, I must admit

It is when I check in

A couple of mighty djinn

Keep fire very well lit

Hot's better than cold

Then dying friggin old

When you cough or spit

Advice from your friend

You don't want to end

In a six foot under, pit.