  Visitor 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" 
