When you die
Your soul will fly
Through a tunnel
Shaped like a funnel
At the end is a wheel
Which to you it will deal
A choice of three
That you will see:
The Limbo, Heaven, or Hell
No one can tell
What you will get
So it's a very dangerous bet
But the Wheel never lies
Because at your demise
It starts spinning
Without the force of anything
When it stops
Your soul drops
Into a pit of despair
Or flies up to a land so fair
Or it stays in the middle
In front of the Wheel
Waiting for it to spin again