Verdict

Our every ounce of being will stand trial,
to determine whether it be clean or vile.
So from the filth of the earth, it's best refrain,
for unacceptable, will be even the slightest stain.
Because no excuse is there, to be unclean,
for cleansed with his blood you should have been.
Which was shed for all, to forgive every mistake,
so that when the time came, He would not forsake.
But rather be giving, an everlasting embrace,
but woe to the ones whos sins, he did not erase.
For indeed will each be brought, before his throne,
where no lawyers are allowed, it's just you alone.
And no deals or offers shall there be made,
and all the crying and pleading, will not persuade.
For truly all the guilty, shall he convict,
and the harshest of punishments, he will inflict.