Locked Out of Shangrula
two open cascatssix hundred and some odd
young men and women
here to morn the loss of two
very special girls
i stand off in the back
i didn't know them well
i shouldn't be here
but i came with some friends
now they cry as ther precher
calls to the lord to look over them
'protect these girls' he cries
i shake my head and looking down
as a small grin crosses my face
precher man if your god was protecting
these sweet and innecenton girls
then why did he call them back to shangrula
when their lives just began
life and death is just so
unfair
your god gives life and takes it away
just as easily
do you see now why i hate your god
he has to much power..
far to much
that is a man i can not like
so 'god almighty' i cried as everyone turned
and looked at me
'you should be casted out of shangrula!
for your deeds! you've no right to take
innecention lives!'
just as i finish the path to
shangrula is lit and
your god comes down
with a look of rage
'who dares and challenges me?!' he bellows
all the six hundred some odd
sit and leave me to face
their god...
'you want to talk about wicked deeds, what about the life i let you keep. each time you try and throw it away!?'
'this is not about me! these girls did nothing to desurve this!'
it soon his me like a ton of bricks
the gate to shangrula is in the distance
the two girls are
sittin on a beach chilling with
many hot angel men
they look down every now and then
tring to figur out why
we're sad
they're sitting up there having a party
we got it bad
i look at your god and ask
'why do you let me keep my life?'
his reply is painfun, 'because heaven nor hell wats your sorry ass!'
and just like that the door to shangrula is shut...
locked up tight
and i ain't never going in
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