"And I saw a great white throne and him that sat upon it from whose face the heaven and the earth fled away, and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God and the books were opened, and another book was opened, which is the book of Life, and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works. And the sea gave up the dead which were in it and death and hell (Hades) delivered up the dead which were in them and they were judged every man according to their works." Revelation 20:11-13.
We judge ourselves, for every word we speak is written
And upon judgement no loose tongues can be unwritten
When your thrust upon God's glorious white throne
Will it be your soul that shall stand lovingly made of stone?
Or will it be you banished alone to the hellish unknown?
The ink is set and the dye is cast
God brings fourth his book of life, highlighting your past
He looks so shocked and you wonder why?
You stand there bewildered, can't think how to reply
Then he points to your wrists, how did you die?
A suicide no matter where and when
To God and his book its an unholy sin
To hell you must go to burn from within
Next stood fourth a man so noble in thought
It was entrance into heaven which this man sought
But God looked at his booked and soon nodded his head
And this mans face so started to fill with dread
God denied him access for he had stolen some bread
But this man was poor and had a family to feed
He did not steal out of his own selfish greed
But God sentenced him to hell, to bleed
Next arose a man with the evilest of minds
His devotion to God was never questioned or undermined
He was a bishop of the cloth and God smiled upon that
His loyalty unquestioned, for he had a cross upon his hat
God didn't even check his book, they just sat having a chat
God opened the gates not even thinking twice
For he did not care about the victims the bishop did slice
For he worked in a church so was absolved of all vice
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