Poetic-Verses
'' I'm Afraid There Is No Guarantee ''
I'll tell without a word of a lie,
With God's rules you must always comply
Yet to gain entry to Heaven first you must die,
Only then will God hear your plea.
When against Satan you've been pitted,
It will depend on the sins you've committed,
Only God will decide if you've to be acquitted,
You could well be an absentee.
Problem is there's no right of appeal,
Where you're heading he'll then reveal,
Hell I've heard can be an ordeal,
You will never again be free.
Purgatory is for those who require redemption,
Only God has the right of pre-emption,
You've got to go there is no exemption,
Your future only God can foresee.
I can only imagine he's a politician,
Totally in charge of our life and deaths mission,
Never sinning is a precondition,
With his manifesto you must always agree.
If we're made in his image does he commit sin?
Who forgives him does he have a twin,
To be like a human he must have a thick skin,
Just like the bark on a tree.
When and how you die there's not much choice,
It's God who'll decide you don't have a voice,
When it finally happens you're expected to rejoice,
When did dying ever fill you with glee?
The criteria you've laid down just isn't fair,
Allowing a test drive would show that you care,
Will we be filled with joy or a deep despair?
' I'm Afraid There Is No Guarantee '
With God's rules you must always comply
Yet to gain entry to Heaven first you must die,
Only then will God hear your plea.
When against Satan you've been pitted,
It will depend on the sins you've committed,
Only God will decide if you've to be acquitted,
You could well be an absentee.
Problem is there's no right of appeal,
Where you're heading he'll then reveal,
Hell I've heard can be an ordeal,
You will never again be free.
Purgatory is for those who require redemption,
Only God has the right of pre-emption,
You've got to go there is no exemption,
Your future only God can foresee.
I can only imagine he's a politician,
Totally in charge of our life and deaths mission,
Never sinning is a precondition,
With his manifesto you must always agree.
If we're made in his image does he commit sin?
Who forgives him does he have a twin,
To be like a human he must have a thick skin,
Just like the bark on a tree.
When and how you die there's not much choice,
It's God who'll decide you don't have a voice,
When it finally happens you're expected to rejoice,
When did dying ever fill you with glee?
The criteria you've laid down just isn't fair,
Allowing a test drive would show that you care,
Will we be filled with joy or a deep despair?
' I'm Afraid There Is No Guarantee '
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`` I`m Afraid There Is No Guarantee ``
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