The 9-Th Gate Poem by Aram Stefanian

The ninth gate is opening wide
The living dead are waiting in line
The sinners are invited for a free ride
Now it's your turn, and when is mine?

Are we gonna fry & serve as junk food?
Absolution not granted, got nothing to choose
If not hot enough, throw up some wood
In the end, we all have nothing else to lose

Really scared after getting rid of your soul?
It's hard to walk tall after you crawled
Flying thru the tunnel of a dark long hole
Are you get used to your new repulsive role?