The Door

You see a light and a movie plays
the world seems very dark
In front of your weary eyes
you see a door and then another
one door is red the other white
people lined up at a window looking shaken
you watch them being judged
you watch a man in orange pants
stand in front of a door
a little girl being walked by a man
who called her name and blew a trumpet a second ago
you don't know who you are why you're here
until your in the front of the line
and it is your turn to be judged until you know where you are
the difference between heaven and hell

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