Heaven

An angel flies,

The humans mourn,

Another laid to rest and free from life's embrace.

 

The body enters the door and argurments made,

Explosions ride through the air,

And they pound through him like a dozen steam locomotives.

 

He enters the coffin,

Eyes gazing at the never-ending beyond,

What will become of him?

 

On and on the angel flies,

Fowward to the Gates of heaven!

Onward to judgement!

Ralley with us to the place of  happiness with salvation,

And let those foolish humans mourn for those who are free.