The Walls Of Purgatory

Look at the walls,
So many walls,
Closing on what you know...

On one wall is a picture of your family,
The ones still in the land of the living.

On another is a picture of the deceased,
The ones in Heaven or Hell.

Four walls but two are blank,
One black,
One white.

The white is clear and fresh,
You can still smell the paint that licked it.

The black brittle and peeling,
Ugly and hideous...

Now you realize where you are,
Purgatory is where you stand,
Heaven or Hell?
Jesus will decide...

Now you begin to see the significance of all this,
The dead are on a second black wall,
The living on another white wall...

Now it all makes sense,
You were stupid to love God in the first place.

White for the living,
As Earth is your closet to Heaven,
And as soon as you die you turn to the blackness,
Hell-The Devil's HQ.

Now you see all the times you sinned,
Flashed over on your mind...

And there before you stands God,
All white robes so delicate and loving,
Arms wide open as you tumble blindly into them...

And then as your falling,
Slowly falling,
Before your eyes God's body manipulates,
And as you continue to stumble,
To tumble,
Forward,
God turns into the Devil.

And flashes at you his long, nightmarish teeth...