THE keeper of the crypt, a guard of his living tomb;
FROM one corner to the other, alone, in his unholy room...
INSIDE a Pharohs' grave, a scaarob, the mummies sacramental bettle;
TO ride upon a camels back to reach Heaven, through the Eye of the Needle...
NOW to live in the Kingdom of GOD, is our lifes hope;
A skeptic of religion, the scolar dancing high above on a fragile tightrope...
HE gazzes upon Heaven, although his road leads straight through Hell;
THE black cat crosses his path, the clock in the tower rings its thirteenth bell...
ONES life it would seem, is filled with conjure, magical...

A MAN of many possessions, seeking Heaven over Hell;
CHOOSES to give away thy riches, fire and brimstone, an ungodly smell...
FORE is it not better to give than to receive;
ON thy way to righteousness, only Satan shall deceive...
WITH every measure thy giveth, in Heaven thy measure received;
WHEREAS to enter Gods Kingdom hardly shall thy have riches, thy soul beit burned..
NOW thy has not any riches, gold, silver nor any heards;
SEEING now thy owns nothing more, holding fast to GODs word...
THOU knowest thy commandments, the law from GOD;
DO not commit adultery, kill, steal, nor bare false...