Last will and testament reads like a book
If you don't believe me go and take a look
I'm going home to my lord halleujia
I'm going home to my lord
Peter is waiting there for me standing at the gate
In his hand the scroll of life that decides my fate
I'm going home to my lord halleujia
I'm going home to my lord
Life is drawing out of me as last breath I take
I'm off on that journey that I've got to make
I'm going home to my lord halleujia
I'm going home to my lord
This is really weird this is such a scream
I've just woken up from a really mad dream
So I won't be going to my lord halleujia
I will be going back to work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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