A Place in Hell

The flames are coming,
to scorch and burn us all,
turning these sinful bodies into ash,
sending us all to hell.


The end of the world is approaching,
with every tick-tock of the clock
we draw nearer.
What will I leave behind?
When nothing's left
it doesn't matter anyway.


At God's gate we shall wait,
nervous looks to one another.
A choir of angels singing from beyond the golden gates,
but their holy harmony,
turned morbid as the death march rings through the air.
We all know we don't deserve to be there.


Then they call me up,
and I'll see my saviors face.
He'll read the records,
searching for some trace
that I am worthy
of staying in his holy place
mystified by his sacred grace.


And in that split second,
he'll read through all the things I've done,
and I sit there in front of him guilty
knowing the verdict before he's given one.


As I'm dragged away to the fires of hell,
I let out one last yell:
"Damned and condemned,
I've suffered worse than Satan's wrath,
and soul sucking demons.
Drag me away,
I've waited forever to be your willing prey."


And I see him,
the devil,
standing before me.
I smile, and laugh,
he just looks at me.


Finally I am happy,
released from the murderous, imprisoning earth,
away from deceiving backstabbers
and shattered hopes and dreams.


They say hell is pain, servitude, burning pain,
but when you've lived a lifetime on this earth.
Hell sure seems peaceful to me.