They sit high in their chairs.
Wearing skirts and suits,
They have eveyone's attention,
Watching you like an eagle.
They call on someone,
Asking for their opinoin.
The people give their answers
In a couragous tone.
They hope it wont be degraded
By The people above.
They are chosen to come near,
They are Judged.
Oh, how much they have sinned.
They stand tall waiting to be accepted.
They dread the fear of being rejected
Tey hear arguing behind them
Seeing one after another
Fall into a pit of fire
Or rise into heavenly clouds
They wait with anxiety.
I'm next!! What will I do? What will I say?
Wait 'til they speak to reaveal how you feel...
It was a breeze I finally passed the hardest test
Judgement Day!!