Dead Men Walking

Three people wait in line,
Behind a group of ninety-nine,
Awed by the gate's bright shine,
One of them asked,"Did someone poison my wine?"

"As you can see, this is the afterlife,"
Said a man who got stabbed by his wife,
Not a machete but a butter knife,
"After I watched Deep Purple live."

One man stared blindly into space,
They giggled at the look upon his face,
With his untucked shirt and untied lace,
"Someone sprayed my eyes with a mace!"

Then a white figure appeared,
With a wise complexion and God-like beard,
The three men looked and then feared,
"Oh no, it's the man with the beard!"

He stood and rang a bell,
A spell a rebel yell,
He opened his mouth and He was about to tell,
"YOU WILL BURN IN HELL!!!"

One by one they took the fall,
When they lived they had it all,
They last look at the man so tall,
"Wait, who has my ball?"

They once ruled an entire nation,
They loved to smell a carnation,
Then came a figure whom they have no relation,
He said,"Hello, bastards. Welcome to damnation!"

 

 

Cheers,                                                                                            -Tim-