THE DEVIL HOLDS THE KEYS
Will my soul burn below,Because it has nowhere
else to go. Will it be
drifting patriciously,
Through life's eternity.
Waiting for our god above;
Will I die with dementia?
Not knowing I was loved;
Or do we go to a parallel place,
Not below or even above.
But to a tomorrow world,
Where everyone that's lived
is loved. Why am I here when
I'm only in life for the ride. For
You can never get out of death alive.
I'm sure that if I should climb
Up to the pearly gates,
The wonder's that I would see.
But Peter wouldn't let me in;
Because the Devil holds the keys.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-12-05 at 00:26
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