All ye day, All ye night, suffering can be such a fright.
All, at last, fall to the ground. Cold, Dark, Lonely.
At last, years from now you see a lovely light, walk towards it.
Yes, you are almost there.
You see an unseen creature, with a flamed sword.
You go into the gate and you see an earth like state
people waiting in a line.
When someone prays, the line shall move.
It is your turn, you go through the door, you say yes or no.
That is all you have to say to get anywhere in the second life.
Say yes and peace and love roam the holy ground,
say no and misery is for all eternity.

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