The time has come from me.
I have died and gone to a better place,
the Pearly Gates in front of me.
St. Paul is sitting there,
with a big book and quill at hand,
taking a look at my records.

He doesn't look too impressed with me.

What do I have to say for myself,
what explinations can I give?
I lived my life the way I thought right,
is that so wrong?
When you explain to God what you did,
what would you tell Him?

06/14/2002

Posted on 06/14/2002
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