Demanding To Get In
Dead people are shouting at the gates, demanding to get in.
I look at the head devil; he has green curly hair on his chin.
Why they want in here is anyone’s guess, he says to me.
It’s not like we’re party animals; there is no kind of glee.
Let us in! One of the loudest ones demands in a hoar se voice.
I found pout later he is a spoiled only child name of Royce.
The head devil rolls his eyes and twists his finger around his ear.
Even I understand this signal; it is well-known, very clear.
They must be crazy to want inside these decorated gates of gym.
I guess they do not realize the things that are ready for them.
Come on! Another yells eagerly, taking up the sounding bell.
Do they not understand they have arrived at the gates of hell?
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