Heavens Gate
I can't wait,
to see Heavens gate.
I know he's my father,
he's always bothered.
Why do people complain?
People live,
people die.
You either go to Heaven and live,
or to Hell and fry.
The light is better,
darkness leads to pain.
In the dark people have nothing to gain.
It's Gods call,
if we rise or if we fall.
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