Poetic-Verses
'' We Need To Beware ''
I hear someone saying I'm sorry he's dead,
The strange thing is I'm not filled with dread,
Am I going to where angels fear to tread,
It's a really strange affair.
In the distance I can see a shining light,
I'm frightened but the thought does excite,
Is it true eternal life is in sight?
Or could I end up in despair.
I don't feel dead if that makes any sense,
This feeling of life is so intense,
Yet here am I being kept in suspense,
I wonder if there's anything there.
Suddenly I become so overawed,
It's like standing in front of a firing squad,
On the left is Satan on the right is God,
Initially all I can do is stare.
Saint Peter says things cannot be smudged,
No previous issues can be fudged,
It's your time now to be judged,
I feel that I could swear.
This process is done with quiet precision,
After your hearing we'll make a decision,
I treat his comments with some derision,
Then exclaim this isn't fair.
I demand to have the right to talk,
My request they all then try to block,
Their theory of fairness I then mock,
This has them in despair.
Questioning us is not permitted,
We decide if you'll be acquitted,
Then we'll say were you're committed,
Challenge us if you dare,
I tell them theirs is a heinous act,
But they refuse to face the fact
God and Satan in an evil pact!
They both give me a deathly glare.
Throughout our struggle to survive,
You cause us grief while we're alive,
Then in death you both connive,
To ensure our souls we bare.
Saint Peter then tries to intervene,
He asks me not to cause a scene,
Both these people you cannot demean,
My reply is I don't care.
I tell them the two of you are in denial,
Autocracy I've been taught to revile,
It's you not me who should be on trial,
For Hell you both need to prepare.
Two people whose misdeeds are unsurpassed,
Crimes against humanity enormously vast,
You two judging anyone leaves me aghast,
It's from you,
' We Need To Beware '
The strange thing is I'm not filled with dread,
Am I going to where angels fear to tread,
It's a really strange affair.
In the distance I can see a shining light,
I'm frightened but the thought does excite,
Is it true eternal life is in sight?
Or could I end up in despair.
I don't feel dead if that makes any sense,
This feeling of life is so intense,
Yet here am I being kept in suspense,
I wonder if there's anything there.
Suddenly I become so overawed,
It's like standing in front of a firing squad,
On the left is Satan on the right is God,
Initially all I can do is stare.
Saint Peter says things cannot be smudged,
No previous issues can be fudged,
It's your time now to be judged,
I feel that I could swear.
This process is done with quiet precision,
After your hearing we'll make a decision,
I treat his comments with some derision,
Then exclaim this isn't fair.
I demand to have the right to talk,
My request they all then try to block,
Their theory of fairness I then mock,
This has them in despair.
Questioning us is not permitted,
We decide if you'll be acquitted,
Then we'll say were you're committed,
Challenge us if you dare,
I tell them theirs is a heinous act,
But they refuse to face the fact
God and Satan in an evil pact!
They both give me a deathly glare.
Throughout our struggle to survive,
You cause us grief while we're alive,
Then in death you both connive,
To ensure our souls we bare.
Saint Peter then tries to intervene,
He asks me not to cause a scene,
Both these people you cannot demean,
My reply is I don't care.
I tell them the two of you are in denial,
Autocracy I've been taught to revile,
It's you not me who should be on trial,
For Hell you both need to prepare.
Two people whose misdeeds are unsurpassed,
Crimes against humanity enormously vast,
You two judging anyone leaves me aghast,
It's from you,
' We Need To Beware '
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`` We Need To Beware ``
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