My Life Hereafter

A young looking St Peter he stood by heaven's gate He said you cannot enter and for penance now too late On Earth you were a sinner and to see you I'm not glad You never worshipped God at all and your rhymes were even bad. The road downhill it leads to hell you will be welcome there For Satan welcomes everyone he will have room to spare And as I walked downhill I thought to myself don't it seem so unfair I've been locked out of heaven for what seems my lack of prayer The keeper of the gate to hell said there's room for you inside Entry in here to anyone has never been denied And though Satan will not ask of you to worship him and pray Like everyone condemned to hell you're here for the long stay. He said satan in his office waits and he will talk to you And as I passed through the office door my trepidation grew But the one who sat inside the desk to my relief and surprise Did not have horns and a goat like face and fire glowing in his eyes And though seated I judged him to be of average build and height And with shoulder length brown hair and well trimmed beard not the repulsive sight That Earthlings make him out to be no hoof like hands and feet He welcomed me with a hand shake saying will you take a seat. I'm Monarch of this World called hell and it's true what earthlings say That once in here you cannot leave you are obliged to stay But I am not the evil type that Earthlings make me out to be It's just that I disagreed with God and he ostracized me. There are no churches in this World no need to worship me For prayer and belated remorse of hell won't set you free And though you may meet some in this World that you have known before This is the last time we will meet goodbye forever more. On Earth I'd heard of the fires of hell that hell's the hottest place That sinners there forever burn the price of their disgrace And bigger fool I must have been to believe all I'd been told Up here there aren't any fires I've never known such cold. Up here no Spring, Summer and Fall it's Winter all year round A dormant World where nothing grow on frost and snow clad ground No trees for shade no fauna to leave their footprints on the snow It is a cold and barren Land where nothing ever grow. I visualize the life I knew when I go back in time Victoria in December a bright and warm clime The magpie fluting on gum tree in sunlit park I lay Up here the sun doesn't ever shine it's freezing cold and gray. St Peter said you can't go through as on me he locked the gate The road downhill it leads to hell for to repent now too late And Satan will welcome you in to his World of despair And suffer on forever more 'tis freezing cold down there.