O.D.
Through my veins the drugs course
And oh I feel so fine
Life was meant to be lived this way
Every day a high
The colours dazzling swirl around
And there's music in my ears
My body feels so light and free
The mind the cosmos roams
But what is this, my body twists
And pain so sharp and clear
The drugs I took, not good this time
My pusher's poisoned me
Oh how the pain it burns me up
My body twists and turns
And last thoughts as life flees
I'm much too young to die
And suddenly I see myself
This body lifeless spread
How come, what's going on
I know that I am dead
I've heard it said that when you die
Your soul it carries on
This was told many times to me
By ones called Jesus Freaks
But I never believed in Jesus Christ
And all His goody two shoes
I said I'm part of something big
Some great universal spirit
Jesus Christ, born man they said
God's only begotten Son
Fairy tales, clap trap
A crutch for weak willed people
One minute slowly drifting round
The next feet on firm ground planted
There before me shut so tight
Two massive gates were standing
Light reflected from these gates
Dazzling white and colours bright
All colours from the rainbow
Too much, my eyes were aching
And next to gate a creature stood
An Angel by appearance
Before it lay on desk of stone
A book, thick, wide open
Is your name in Book of Life
This Angel softly spoke
If your name I find within
These gates to Heaven open
Up and down this Angel searched
Not once, not twice, but three times
Slowly sadly shook her head
Your name is not within there
Then I saw a man, The one they called
The Son of God, this Jesus
His face wet with tears that streamed
As slowly He turned backward
Further on I saw a pit
Massive flames a shooting
This is Hell, I screamed in fright
Oh God, please have mercy
Smells so putrid rose from there
And screams of pain and anguish
Horror gripped me round so tight
As demons me start calling
Had I only listened then
When Jesus freaks were talking
Things would be so different now
In Heaven I'd be residing
And suddenly in my bed I am
Pillow wet from weeping
I'm not dead, I'm still alive
This chance I'll not be missing
Was this a dream or second chance
Or vision of things to come
I know right now what I must do
To change this destiny
On my knees I pray to God
Oh Lord please help this sinner
Take my soul, take my will
My life yours for the shaping
And as I pray it seems I hear
Rejoicing in the distance
Is this the sound Angels make
When a soul is saved for Heaven
So now I speak to all Who'll hear
Don't wait till time has passed you
Heaven's real and Jesus Christ
Waiting there to greet you
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
This poem was inspired by a show that has travelled the world for the last 45 years called 'Heavens Gates, Hell's Flames'. I saw it a few years ago and the idea of this poem was born back then. It took another year before I wrote it. Unlike in the show, my character gets a second chance. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
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