Not again this time I saw my own funeral I laid asleep in the casket . I'd saw myself as my soul left my body and I looked down at the world I left .

No they'd didn't my casket was decorated with daisies and pink flowers . I was dead and they did that to me .I was up in heaven now and stood at the pearly gates more flowers I saw .

I couldn't stand it I look down and jump, hell had to be better ,boy was I wrong ,more flowers there they were burning flowers .' I was home, boy do I hate daisies .' But I was tossed into the flower pit too .' Why I'm the innocent one .'

Satan laughed .' This is hell no one is ever innocent .'

And flowers by the millions dropped on my head ,as I'd too scream out loud .Even in hell I'd could not get away from these damn daisies ,why me .Even in hell was worse then I'd could imagine it be and so much that one was told about either believing in heaven or hell for that matter .Boy do I hate those daisies .

Boy heaven or hell didn't turn out the way I thought .

end for sure :)