There once was a man,
i knew him well
who thought hell was heaven
and heaven was hell.
One day he went to the grocers
and bought himself a jug of gasoline and a bottle of wine.
Burnt himself to death that day, no one else knew why.
In a note he wrote to me, he said:
All the books of God told me
that suicide was the way to Hell,
So dont worry im smiling,
as the flames lick my skin,
the flowers of Hell are waiting for me,
come, join me for a drink.