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The Lion


As the bullets whiz past your head 
you wonder what it's like to be dead 
where do you go, what do you do?
well I guess that's up to you. 
the enemy is closing in, 
and he takes count of all your sin 
what you do will determine your fate
If you end up at the gate
you come back to reality 
and see the angel of mortality 
you beg and cry please please no 
but it's to late not to go
the bullet hits you in the chest
it breaks through your clothes, and your vest 
you fall and hit hard on the ground 
you realize you are not found 
the angel comes and takes your life 
the last thing is you see is a knife
you end up at the gate
you think about your eternal fate 
what will happen? You ask 
and a great big voice speaks like in a flask 
your beliefs have sealed your death 
I saw you take your very last breath 
you can come sit here with me 
or you can go and let me be
if you leave you will burn in hell
with me you will hear the bell 
of your new life by my side 
and you will be forever lied 
down there with them you will not live 
only you will have to give 
all your time, your life, your soul 
all because you hate the goal 
of myself to let you be
as happy as you can be 
what is your choice my son he said 
you ask if you can lay in bed
he says you could but up or down 
you ask to have a look in town 
he takes you in and all you see 
is the joy of everybody 
you go down and take a look 
and you are instantly hooked
they party and laugh and drink and smoke 
you think you will have a coke
what is your choice asks the great voice
you  think about your fatal choice 
you say you like it down there better 
because they laugh and have on sweaters
he sends you down and all you see 
is people living in poverty 
you ask the leader what the heck 
he takes his and around your neck 
he says you are his slave now
what you see is not always what you get "wow" 
you spend eternity working and crying 
and you wish you would have chosen lion. 
 
 
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