Hell Or What?

I know, some day I will be dying.
There is no way to get away.
Some other people may be crying,
but me? Where will I have to stay?

Am I to face the purgatory,
to burn away my stack of sins?
Will, afterwards, I face the glory,
St. Peter tells my soul, it wins?

Does all my journey lead to heaven,
collapsing into paradise?
And will there be some time to leaven
or space enough to colorize?

Is everybody there harmonic,
in steady-state of peaceful mind?
Would that be more than just ironic,
cause nothing more is left to find?

Instead, will hell see me arriving
and hold me down in agony?
Then, could I ease into depriving?
That sounds like similarity.

If I'll be caught in calm or fever:
What I will have to face, I'll see.
I will go down as nonbeliever
and therefore at the end be free.

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