Your out of line
And God said to get out of line.
Are you too blind?
You are no longer bound
Bound by material things!
Yet tears come to your eyes,
Cause your soul is dyed.
Yes, your soul has died.
You realize its only you,
The clouds feel free,
Free of your feet's claim on them.
Now they give away to you falling through and not upon them.
Now wings are given to the lost
Only halos for the saved and found.
But you have been tested.
You have been scaled,
And He puts a hand on your shoulder and says,
"Enter through the pearly gates, or fall down to depths of Hell!"