When all is said and done where will I stand?
With the degenerate or the enraptured holy throng?
Will death’s door lead to Eden’s viridescent land?
I’ve clasped the feeble coward’s hand,
lost to distressing reverie and contemplating hard and long.
When all is said and done where will I stand?
I’ve known debauchery, lust and a simulacrum of the grand,
pain, sorrow and affliction’s mournful gong.
Will death’s door lead to Eden’s viridescent land?
Cigarettes, wine and all things insipid, dead and bland,
I consume without concern for right and wrong,
when all is said and done where will I stand?
I hope there’s still time to hear the seraphic band
sing with their flaming tongues a soothing song,
will death’s door lead to Eden’s viridescent land?
Let stony gargoyles and uneven, blurry shapes disband!
I’m broken, crumbling and I don’t know if I can stay strong,
when all is said and done where will I stand?
Will death’s door lead to Eden’s viridescent land?
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Ordinary Person 
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