Entering the Gates

I'm closer to the burning flames.
I see their faces, I hear their names.
In the distance I see the gates.
This is the end, this is my fate.

The ferryman, my coin he takes.
He rows the boat across the lake.
I hear the ringing of the bells.
I see the horrid hounds of Hell.

I hear the demons call my name,
Telling me I'll go insane,
Saying how I'll never be free,
And that's one thing I clearly see.

I see the souls of the damned,
Stuck in this tortured land,
Praying to God that they aren't stranded,
But God has had them all abandoned.

I see killers, rapists, sinners, and saints,
Who thought Gods power was too great,
Who now stand in a rain of blood.
It's not a drizzle, it's a flood.

I'm standing in the burning flames.
I see their faces, I hear their names.
This has always been my fate,
I'm watching as they seal the gate...

The End

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