Raise the fallen; lower the heaven

 


As the arch angel arose from the ashes of hell;
The horrible and ungodly burnt body smell. 
Would you welcome her friend, or foe?;
If you have to think about it; the answer both no. 

Down from the heavens the angels coast;
For these are the ones we should fear the most. 
They take the souls as they return;
The rest of you is left to burn. 

You don't believe in the balance of heaven, nor hell;
You only believe what the people tell.
We are caught in the middle of this war;
Wondering so aimlessly; too much to ignore. 

We all have things in which we believe;
It just depends on which side you will deceive. 
I don't believe that GOD needs our money;
Just as much as the devil needs us to be funny. 

I'm not trying to prove anything to you;
Just simply asking what would you do?
Would you rather rule in hell with the deadly seven?
Or spend your afterlife serving in heaven?

This life I live is nothing less of hell;
I learned this all on my own; no one had to tell. 
Where ever I must go from this human race;
Has to be better than this fucking place!