A Place Called Purgatory Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

There is a place called Purgatory,
A place far beyond the universe
Where Divine servants are waiting there,
Assisting one shortly after their last breath
To enter the Pearly Gates with the utmost care.

There is a place called Purgatory,
A place of temporary suffering and misery
Where punishment never seems to sway,
And one must atone for all their sins
To become fit for Heaven in God's way.

There is a place called Purgatory,
A place where there is no tomorrow,
A Hallow Ground in sort of a religious way
For those who died with a marred soul,
Seeking Divine sanctification during their stay.

There is a place called Purgatory,
A place you may go to after death
Where sinful multitudes lament and wait,
Making redemptions to amend their soul,
Hoping to climb the stairs to the Golden Gate.