MANipulation

The Devil calmly strolls by,
And whispers in your ear that you soon must die.
But before you go, you must sin.
There is a battle raging,
And Hell must win.

If good prevails when the story ends,
How do we motivate all of your Bible thumping friends?
If mankind beyond Hell carries on,
And we no longer fear what happens when we’re dead and gone,
And we live our lives as we want,
All the way to our last day,
And no longer have a reason to pray,
An ultimate consequence to pay,
And create a heaven on Earth,
What will we tell our children after birth?
That instills in them an uneasy fear,
Like we had always known,
At church and home,
Together and alone,
Always needing to do right,
Always aiming for the bright white light,
That no one ever for sure sees,
But somehow most everyone believes,
In what has become,
Our ultimate manipulation.