The Condemned

Your soul was suddenly caught up in a stormy air current.
Hindered from going to heaven, it landed on a distant star.
That there were vital signs it was clearly apparent:
A tall building with small darkened windows and a weird long car.
Then a deep voice broke the silence, ''You don't belong in here.
It's a mortuary for the souls of maniacs and assassins possessed by demons
Which are condemned to eternal torture abiding in constant fear.
Once in a millenium they have a right to walk out and wag their chins
Before they are locked up again waiting for final judgment.
You are not allowed to stay here in the second heaven and have to leave.
That timemobile can drive you to a point where you'll get rid of torment.
The third heaven it is called, and you'll see the tree of life if you firmly believe.''

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