In the land of the lost and felled,
There is a mountain where good people dwell.
As men and women ascend the cliffs,
Their souls are rewarded wondrous gifts;
Their hearts are cleansed of shadow and corruption
And their minds reborn as an act of retrieval.
At the peak,, their souls are judged,
Whether their purity has budged.
Just a little, hed no worry.
Too much, they’ll be sent to scurry,
To the bottom of the mountain they will be
For all the rest of eternity.
When it is your time to reach the peak
And through the soul God will seek,
Will your life fully reflect
All of your purist aspects?
Will you rise to heaven
And watch over your family with open eyes?