A Gallon for Sale

Lilting voices lift your praises

Outstretched hands raise to you

Haunted screaming begs for mercy

Skin-bare skeletons can't get through

To the glory of those on high

Who wrap themselves in robes of light

And sit on thrones encased in gold

Faces holding looks so cold

As they behold those condemned

Who by their sins in hell are hemmed

And destined never to enter

The place of life where you mentor

All the angels on how to live

The glorious life that's without sin

And as I watch from the other side

It makes me start to question life

and why I'm here and why should I

Kowtow lowly all the time

To the ones painted in white

The ones in whom your hearts delight

The fluorescent sons of man

Who buy their white paint at a paint store