Life's a bitch and then you die. If there's a reason, tell me why?

It all depends on what yoiu choose, give up the game of life, you lose.

Is this hell and next is heaven, or do we live both hell and heaven?

Is this a game called human race that comes complete with world and space?

When we die is that the end, or do we do it all again?

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