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God knocked on my door
I said, "How can I help you"
He just looked at the floor
I asked, "Anything I can do"
Not one expression he wore

I gazed into his white eyes
and he turned his head
"where does a person go when he dies"
I asked, and not a word he said
He didn't have to speak for me to hear his lies

An uneasiness gathered in the air
So God just walked away
I whispered, "have a nice day, take care"
"Who was that" I heard someone say
I just said, "There was nobody there"