You stand here before God
Waiting to enter the pearly gates
For it is you God has been waiting for
The prophecy fulfilled by your presence
Succumbing to the ancient Egyptian tombs
For it is they who predicted this future

One day an organism of human descent enters the halls
Of Pearly gates and vast sky walls
For it is when all turns south
God proclaims from mouth
“You are the chosen, befit for heaven”
“For it is you she was built in age of seven”
“Seven cycles of the universe's creation”
“Upon which you would be born upon a nation”
“And claim the skies of heaven yours”
“And all of her inhabitants, thrown out the door”

Now you are presented with an ultimatum
Do you upset the Egyptians and allow all to stay?
Or fulfill your destiny, and allow your ego to shine bright?
Mummified in fear you don’t respond
Is it right to deny the ones who predicted your fate?
The ones who connect with God most
Or the ones you shove out of heaven?
Ones who possibly deserve it more than you

Now, it seems, you have annoyed God
You should make up your mind before fury enters
Before a tomb becomes your new destiny
So you answer

“I rest my fate, in fate”
“And all her predictions shall come true”
“For it is destiny for all others to suffer”
“For all others, to be beneath me”