It’s very nice in Heaven
Very gentle underfoot,
God’s temple is so icy calm
And that’s conservatively put.
There’s three flags at the gateway
They’re there to set the pace,
Hebrew blue and Moslem green
Under Christ’s bewhiskered face.
Hindu’s have got a leg in
And Zen for Zen’s sake’s there,
But the Proddies and the Catliks
Are in dispute as to what is fair.
Amazing how they bicker,
The Proddies and the Micks
You’d think in time they’d sort it out
Take the Irish…Silly ******
Getting back to Heaven…
The golden pathways there
With avenues of crystal gems
To welcome you upstairs.
And high above a shining light
Burning in the sky,
Which symbolizes passion,
I suppose, or pigs that fly?
This symbolic high Heaven stuff
Is very hard to read,
It could be ornamental
Or perhaps, exactly what you need.
One thing’s very certain though,
When you glide into this place,
It pays to have a solemn look
Of seriousness on your face.
They don’t like silly buggers
Who joke and act the fool,
Commitment is the keyword
And the Bible is the tool.
Confusing when you get there
You’re read the riot act
And threatened with damnation
If with the Devil you’ve made a pact.
The heavy condemnation
The steely searching eye
And then the tome of absolution
Because He loves you, so must I ?
So think upon it brother
If you think you cut the cloth,
Then walk right up and wing it
With the Angels, like a moth.
But should you have your doubts
I suggest a quickish about face
And leg it with the villains
To that other warmish place.
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
28 April 2009
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 4:27 PM UTC
It’s very nice in Heaven
Very gentle underfoot,
God’s temple is so icy calm
And that’s conservatively put.
There’s three flags at the gateway
They’re there to set the pace,
Hebrew blue and Moslem green
Under Christ’s bewhiskered face.
Hindu’s have got a leg in
And Zen for Zen’s sake’s there,
But the Proddies and the Catliks
Are in dispute as to what is fair.
Amazing how they bicker,
The Proddies and the Micks
You’d think in time they’d sort it out
Take the Irish…Silly ******
Getting back to Heaven…
The golden pathways there
With avenues of crystal gems
To welcome you upstairs.
And high above a shining light
Burning in the sky,
Which symbolizes passion,
I suppose, or pigs that fly?
This symbolic high Heaven stuff
Is very hard to read,
It could be ornamental
Or perhaps, exactly what you need.
One thing’s very certain though,
When you glide into this place,
It pays to have a solemn look
Of seriousness on your face.
They don’t like silly buggers
Who joke and act the fool,
Commitment is the keyword
And the Bible is the tool.
Confusing when you get there
You’re read the riot act
And threatened with damnation
If with the Devil you’ve made a pact.
The heavy condemnation
The steely searching eye
And then the tome of absolution
Because He loves you, so must I ?
So think upon it brother
If you think you cut the cloth,
Then walk right up and wing it
With the Angels, like a moth.
But should you have your doubts
I suggest a quickish about face
And leg it with the villains
To that other warmish place.
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
28 April 2009
Request permission to use this poem