Angels Strike Your Harps

For the Love of Heaven I'm going to Raise a little Hell tonight

If only the angels would strike their Harps Tonight

Because for the Love of Heaven

I'm Going to raise a little bit of Hell Tonight

For the Devil got me by my throat

and I am starting to choke

Dear Lord I pray I Am Not running out of hope

So That is why the Angels must strike their Harps Tonight

To save my Soul From Hells mighty Fright

I'm scared out of my wits

It's getting hot down here Lord

It's Like you said it's the pits

I have worked in the Pits before

Hotter than hell on wheels

Is someone holding up my meal

Lord don't put me down for what I have said or done

For I have praised you Lord 

From the Time I could speak your name

and to you I gave all the praise

When I was Living in my Glory days

Before I seen the smoke and the haze of Hells Fires

and Now I understand they will not be my desires

I want to rise again in heavenly Spirits

I want you to be my spirit guide Lord

Bring my Lifeless body from my Grave

So to save my soul this way

I'm going to raise a little bit of Hell today

I want to get that Promotion to Heaven Pearly Gates

and Smile we beat the devil at is own Game

I made it back to Heaven instead of an eternity in Hell.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the journey and your thoughts.
"So to save my soul this way
I'm going to raise a little bit of Hell today
I want to get that Promotion to Heaven Pearly Gates
and Smile we beat the devil at is own Game
I made it back to Heaven instead of an eternity in Hell."
I believe the above lines is the need of most logical people. I believe hell won't be pretty. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

always good to make the right choices

[Falcon1]

Thanking you for your kindly reviews today and everyday dear Wordman.

[wordman]

my pleasure