Rule Or Serve Poem by Wesley Mincin

Rule or Serve

In meditation, I feel tight.
I feel the coldness of the night.
A shadow lurking in my dreams.
A banshee stares and then she screams.

A spirit of the Outerworld.
She sang her song of death and twirled.
Her laughter turned to shrieks of fear.
Right then, I knew that death was near.

She led me to the gates of Hell
A realm for the damned. A place I'd dwell.
A land of nine floors; halls of hate.
I hoped redemption wasn't late.

I looked to the skies for the house of high.
I'd figure I'd ask Him before I die:
'Why would life lead me to such a land? '
Then, I felt a freezing hand.

'Question the Lord and you'll surely fall,
a slave for me to answer my call
In fires of anger, you'll choke and cry.
You'll wish that you would never die.

Of course that fib is just a tale.
An ancient story beginning to fail.
You're told of that so you'd be afraid.
Now that you'll wish that you had prayed.'

'Cease such nonsense, ' cried a voice.
'I gave him life. I gave him choice.
He'll choose between my land and yours.
Live in my house or on your floors.'

'He'll serve after his blood run dry.
This innocent soul will begin to wry.'
'He'll see the truth when his time has come.'
It's at the point where I have to run.

A feud between Gods is just no place for me.
I hoped that all of this was but a dream.
It's when I woke that I saw two paths.
Face the Lord or Satan's wrath.

Would there be more to Heaven's choice?
A sinister laughing-a gentle voice.
'Serve for me and live in freedom.'
'Rule with me in your own kingdom.'

My choice would last an eternity
I had to choose. This Duality.