"House of Ill-Repute"

I have been in a house of ill-repute.
Of this fact not one shall dispute.
For they refused to step through the gated door,
And will wonder what was inside all the more,
For they feared what they would see inside,
And by some unseen law abide,
And they steep not to help the sinners,
For all they think about are gold-plate dinners,
And whether or not they shall see,
What they long to be,
In the after-life,
Without strife,
And yet, what they fail to realize,
Is that people of all shape and size,
Can get into this paradise they that long,
As long as their will is strong.