Is this heaven which I see before me,
The pearly white gates? Come let me in through thee.
I'm so far away, yet so close
Art thou true, my mind, playing tricks on me
To see myself? Or art thou but
Heaven on my mind, a wondrous sight,
Am I really dead?
I see thee yet, in the form of Jesus
As which of now I know.
Thou a Christian guided by a light walking down the path;
And such a walking temple I was,
And such temptation and thoughts of sins,
That itching problem I thought I had set behind me:
It is the pure and holiness which informs
Thus to mine senses. Now the evilness
Mortality seems dead, and Satins attacks
The icinged truth; the devil separates
Shiny fiddles of gold, in trade for souls,
Satisfied with his intentions, the serpent,
Whose heart rots, thus the fiery hell.
With his tremendous effort, towards his evil plan
Slithers like a snake. Though twisted and warped he's made the earth.
Here not my path, which he walks for fear
Thy very first stone cast right before me,
And take the shame and guilt to unleash the wrath of my sins,
Which now I deal with. Whiles I'm lost, he lives.
Words of deceit and treachery through whispers of commands he gives.
A bell rings
I listen, and do; the bell told me
The voices are deaf, Jesus; for they are loud
which who can decide my fate is not proud.