My life is over, I'm waking anew, perhaps in heaven where enter few. I open my eyes and can see mountains distant--and would you believe they're brown and consistent? Is this heaven? I reckon it to be. For there is chocolate and candy all around me. Then up pops a devil with horns and teeth, who yells 'guess again boy! ain't no Jesus heath!' Then I understood. It all made ethereal sense. I was a dog, the chocolate my eternal fence.


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