Many here will go to heaven,

Though some of us will go to hell.

These places stand on worlds apart,

But who does badly? Who does well?

 

We think that sinners should be sent

To purgatory down below,

But in a war all lines are blurred;

Good people may not even know

 

That they deserve an afterlife

Of peace and comfort and of joy,

While devils rise in our esteem

Through all the tricks which they employ.

 

When medals are distributed

And words of praise and censure said,

Our consciences will tip the wink

On where we go when we are dead.