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sanity His head’s weighed down with shame
As I walk up to the gates
Afraid to lift my chin
And see the look upon His face
Waiting in line behind me
Are hundreds of lost souls
Only He knows our fate
No knowing what the future holds
Panic sets in
As sins flash before my eyes
All my life’s iniquities
The jealousy, the lies
The gates of hell are opened
He points me on my way
Walking down a brimstone path
It’s too late now, too late to pray
Pits of flame and agony
Blazing to the skies
All feelings of security
Are stolen by their cries
The foul smell of burning flesh
Fills me with despair
I meet the Fallen Angel
And acknowledge why I’m there
Had I lived a more untarnished life
Had I kept a stronger faith
Had I lived my life for Jesus
I too could have been saved
