There was a grimly nightly inspector,
Who carried around a giant scepter.
For those who fear them, he carries no match,
Yet for those ready to die, they seek to carry them away.
Yet for those in between here and the next,
Who here no more cell phone texts,
There is an an in between, not a spiritual purgatory,
But Purgatory Road.
Where all dreams come to an end,
And life begins all o'er again in the night.
Where they go to end their lives,
At the point of a gun.
There was a grimly nightly inspector,
Who carried around a giant scepter.
Who can be your relieving angel.
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