Picture this, a long hallway all lined with words
There’s writing on walls
Perched atop the banister are ravens, the blackest birds
As you softly tiptoe through these dark, sadistic halls
Picture this, an unmarked door confronts you
You know not what’s within
A frightening cry, it pierces through
Compels you to come in
Picture this, scratched on the paint as you step inside
Letters on the wall
Spelling names you recognize
Your friends and family, one and all
Picture this, the afterlife, this dimmed out room; it’s dark reveal
Their fates, when death they sow
Now tell me, if this God is real
Would you really want to know?
How the World Should Work 