A Poem of Heaven and Hell

                                                       
Death is certain, the time is not
The sorting hat of heaven and hell preparing our sins
To come back at us as karma
We can't help it
Heaven is made of porcelain
As hell is made of silk
None is superior, none is worse
No one should tell you that the decisive decisions
Should depend on you your behavior
Never
The fear of the fiery depths of hell shouldn't make you a sweet person
No, for that makes you worse
Deciding on what you are making you sinful is repulsive
No one will sort you to hell if you practice witchcraft
No one with sort you to heaven even if you are heavily catholic
Religion is a compromise between those who turn to faith
To have power and faith in a God who loves you
To fear the Devil that wants to possess
Those who love Heavy Metal aren't satanic
Like rap is so Christian
Those who have firm beliefs in God aren't Jesus Freaks
Those who believe that hell is where we are going aren't Satan's minions
This isn't a religion shame or awareness
A simple poem of heaven and hell
You are who you are
Whether you are called demonic
Or heavenly
You shouldn't make decisions on a person's life whether they say "I AM Satan bro!"
Or a man or woman who has devoted themselves to God
The seven sins we all commit are no definitions of us
So listen to me when I say this
Death is certain, the time is not
The sorting hat of heaven and hell preparing our sins
To come back at us as karma
We can't help it
Heaven is made of porcelain
As hell is made of silk
None is superior, none is worse
No one should tell you that the decisive decisions
Should depend on you your behavior
Never