Gate

Look at you, just a heathen.

Not even minimal wage,

A criminal caged. Paging Justin Sword.

The one and only Lord,

Needs to have a word,

With you. Are you ready? He's waiting.

He wants you and He's getting impatient.

Don't make Him wait another minute.

Here are the gates. Don't be late!

His book is open to your page,

And He's reading. No cheating.

Don't try to lie about all those things,

You've said inside. He's heard it all.

"Well I didn't mean it."

"It's not my fault."

It won't help you at all.

Not even the saints,

Get away with what they do.

Inevitable fate,

Yet it was yours to choose.

Now you gotta live,

With the awful things you did.

There's no second chance,

Now that you're DEAD!