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Note: The prose you are staring at right now does NOT carry any religious or sociological implications whatsoever. In layman's terms, this means that I am not brainwashing your soul. Anyone who still persists with his unfounded prejudice is free to do so. Without my knowledge, please. Peace be with you...
The gleaming gates of pearl
They loom in dreaded sight
As misty clouds unfurl
The sinners quake in fright
The end has passed them by
And hence the soul will cease
Life was just a lie
How could they rest in peace?
The saints, they grin from high
At they who stand in line
The damned will force a smile
The pious have seen God's sign
Hark the final judge in white
The Book of Life he holds astride
The chosen ones glow in his light
The fated, behind shrouds they hide
And lo behold! The doomed appears
With bated breath, with head still bowed
For him St Peter has no tears
He must atone for what he sowed
All that a scum like him deserves
Is his repose in eternal dead
Yet though the odds, the Lord still loved
So he could cleanse his heart of lead
And rise again, his debt repaid.
Penned by Nicholas