Knocking on heavens door.
But nobody answers.
You think of how you died.
Was it of various cancers?
No one opens up.
Until there's a hole in the floor.
You fall down that hole when
Someone opens the door.
Then as you fell,
You realised you were going.
To the deep pits of hell.
The place that has fire glowing.
Down to the place stripped of juniper.
Then you pick up the smell.
The smell owned by Lucifer.
Let's hope he treats you well.
~Rockin Roll Mcdonald °¬°
