• So I came to a place where the light does shine
    A beautiful place where everything rhymes
    Where angels and saints worship God with his awesome power
    The place does not go by any hour.

    The next place I went to was nothing but fire
    But that place had hope in the mire
    Angels lifted those poor souls from the heat
    And I saw many people down there, even Pete.

    The final place I saw was nothing but tormenting dogs
    You had that Satan looking down as a darkened smog
    The place had no hope of escape or hope
    And there was definitely not a single bar of soap.

    What do you think? wink