The death angels await,
Here my body floats,
The afterworld only a second away,
I'm crumpled,
and so forlorn.
I died a painful death,
I lived a decent life,
I prayed to God everynight,
I tried to be so good,
What'd I do top deserve this awful fate?
At least I know I'm not going to hell,
Now I'm scared,
The big black, white, and grey wings flap,
Swords are drawn,
Beatiful voices sing,
And immortal beauty is everywhere.
The rumours have it that you have to answer a complex riddle before accepted into heaven,
Like this,
The devil, and perhaps an angel, or maybe jesus stand at a fork in your road,
They each speak, and you decided which one is which,
And which you go.
I am angst,
For I don't do well with these things,
And before I can think much more about my dismay,
I feel my bloody body be lifted,
Carried to beautiful gates,
I see eternal beauty of the angels,
And I smile, knowing I've reached heaven. My afterlife.
Into The Afterlife [Heaven]
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