Yes, my grandmother says that sinners go to hell and I say that we all go to the same place once we are dead: to the cemetery. My knees dirty are now bleeding because the imaginary friend thinks my sin is too big and must stay until they decide what my penance ... The court goes to another level, I'm in the final judgment, it smells like candles, singing is heard sinners ... the imaginary friend wants to take me to heaven, I tell you not to waste your time because Aerosmith and took me, drank coffee in the Grail, we ate chocolate on my last dinner while filosofábamos about my stay in Steemit ... while I wait I offer nails - I'm sorry and I have mine... on the walls of the antrum are the photographs of sinners who made history, smells of sin and candles, decide that it is not enough punishment for my stay there, now my judgment is masterful in one place secret. Relaxed I smoke a cigarette I just want to get up and polish my nails. No more! I do not regret my sins, no one forces me to soil my knees.