No Guarantee

This is my small rhyme.

I have nothing, to conceal.

Just read between the lines.

And the Secret, I'll reveal.

Suppose there is no, afterlife.

Imagine... no guarantee.

Don't let this thought, cause you strife. 

Just let your mind be free.

One, popular consensus.

That our Hell's not real.

Some recognize five senses.

A million, is what I feel.

Some may misconceive.

Things they cannot see.

Some choose to believe.

Some choose to dissagree.

Some choose to dissagree.

A million is what I feel.

Just let your mind be free.

And the secret, I'll reveal.