Almight God he had his way
The world is gone, there is but clouds
I'm left staring at the crowds
They cry and moan and beg and scream
Hoping it's a nasty dream
A dream it is not
We all are forgot
As Gods judges descend before us all
Some begin to smile or brawl
Yet most of them have similar fate
They all end up at devils gate
Burning, starving coughing blood
Forever torture stuck in mud
But here I am awaiting my ruling
For the holy judges there are no fooling
They ask "what makes you so great"
We all take a while to think and debate
Some tell of the good they did, others wailed
I simply reply I tried, and failed