The Choices I Could Make

Just a poem I wrote

Hell's burning beneath me,
Heaven's shining above me.

So many choices I can make,
So many roads I can take.

One leads North,
The other south.

What's my soul worth?

An eternity in Satan's mouth?
Or an eternity in the city of Gold?
Knowing, praying I'll never get old,
Loving God and serving him?

Or working and praying for a light that's so dim?

So many roads that appear untouched.
So many messages that wise hands hold unclutched.

Only I can choose,
Only I can decide


For whom I will amuse,


And for whom, I will die.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar issues