
last night I died and went to heaven
there were no gates of grace
no streets of gold; no great white throne
no judgment there to face
no angels singing alleluia
no peace to rest upon
no mansions that were promised
I was all alone

there was no feast
no wedding, no groom
no bridal chamber waiting
no marriage nor honeymoon
there were no lights shining bright
no glory; no joy; no love
no spirit whisking me away to eternal bliss
not even an entity called god
wrapping my mind round Maya
the sounds of a sweet lullaby
go back to sleep, it is just a dream
a dream that can never die
what must die? what can live
free of heaven and hell
the answer is nothing...nothing at all
has locked you in it's cell...

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