The Gates Poem by Rachel Brewer

As I study the gates, the gates into hell,
I feel slightly worried.
Not about whether I will like it inside,
But if the rest of hell will like me.
I hope I fit in with the murderers,
And all of the darkness that lies within.
I have been rejected from heaven, which is a very good start,
But I don’t want to be rejected from here.
I have been waiting for hell since the day I was born.
I have been secretly waiting to die.
I need to get in and see what its like,
In the fires under the ground.
I wish to be welcomed as one of their own,
I need to get through the gates.
I can feel it on my face,
I feel it surging though my veins.
The deathly fires of hell are burning,
They call to me through the sacred gates.
My mind and body must heed the call.
So as I’m standing here,
All alone with my thoughts,
Of what might lie inside.
I now feel that my life was worth it,
All of the pain I went through in a human body,
Will be washed away through the gates.
As I cross over I will be part of something.
Something great, and evil,
Something that will burn for eternity.
The fires of hell.
The fires through the gates.