Little girl 13 walks into the convenient store,
Thinking about her vacation as she walks through the door.
She grabs a bag of chips and a couple packs of coke.
Little did she know the man standing over by the clerk,
Had a 45 tucked into his belt.
He turned around and walked up to the girl,
Took her into his arms and held the gun to her head.
She screamed at the feeling of metal on her face.
The man told the clerk to get out all the cash,
But the clerk had a different idea forgetting about the girl.
He grabbed his ole shotgun and held to the man.
By the time he had it aimed the little girl hit the floor,
And what felt like an eternity they stood and watched.
Till the man turned and aimed at the clerk,
Before he could respond he fell and looked up,
As the world around him slowly faded.
The man walked to the register and took out all the cash,
Surprised when he saw just a hundred bucks.
He turned and walked out the door thinking of the mess,
And in his mind he thought was it all worth it.

Little girl 13 walks up to the pearly gates,
Thinking where I am and what is this.
She walked up to a big bearded man,
He said your name is written here please go on.
As she turned and looked back she saw thousands of people,
All of them walked up to the very same man.
But the little boy behind her,
Only 10 years old asked the man if he could go.
The man said sorry little boy,
Your name is not written here I’m afraid you can’t go in,.
Another man walked over and picked the boy up,
Took him to a black gate and opened it up.
The boy said he was scared and didn’t want to go,
The man said sorry this really hurts me too.
He threw the boy into the gate,
The next thing she saw was a fire surrounding him.
Then in that instant he was gone.
She was rushed along through the gates,
As she walked thinking of what she saw,
A little old lady walked up with open arms.
Stunned in silence the girl look at her face,
And went instantly into her arms.
It was the first time she had seen her grandmother in years.
They walked along through the pearly gates,
And a thought crossed her mind,
This vacation will never end.

There is one, whose piercing-orbs
See wholes yet to be fragment.
To turn what’s warm to frigid-glass,
Take what’s heated, make shivering mass
Even Earth’s-skin is met with cooling tint

Be careful, one, with soul of ice,
Be weary of the fall.
For frozen things, with a clattering ring,
Will surely shatter to a million things
When felled from heights so tall.