Is it Hell's kitchen,
Where the demons be cooking,
Where all bad souls be looking,
Where evil dwellers are both masculine and feminine.
Or is it Heaven's door,
Where only the righteous shall enter,
Where God stands at the center,
Where holy men and women sit in accordance of the creator.
Is it Hell's kitchen,
Deep pass the abyss of fire,
Inside the cupboards of doom like tires.
Spinning, around and round, the cycle of liars,
And no one can escape eternity's fire,
That blazes hotter and hotter and getting higher.
Is it Heaven's door,
Far above in the firmament,
The Holy ones that dwell there, are up permanent.
To stay, watch and quide the righteous to a place of loving treatment,
And to mark done the names in the lamb book of life through pigment.
And the roads and houses he had prepared for us will be in honey, milk and gold,
So think holy, speak holy and do holy deeds to your saviour and preserve your soul.