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Lost Soul

I depart from the world
The last notes have been played
My eyes have shut for good
Heaven or He** is the option now

I stand with my head bowed
Before the mighty Lord
My soul is pent
I need no more

I feel Satan's claws
Grip my wings
God stands before me
Like a mighty king

What will he decide?
It's taking too long
Satan's breath is growing stronger
I know I sinned. Will I get in?

My heart flutters
Am I going up or down
God smiles once
Satan frowns

Satan takes my hand
Fire burns up my arm
God swipes his hand away
and cools my aching arm

My wings flex impatiently
Satan taps his feet
God extends his hand
"Come with me." He murmurs

My soul is no longer lost
I have found a home
Satan screams angrily
God shakes his head
And we desend into heaven
Together




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