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I feel life slip away with the on-rushing peril
And as I stare, nonchalantly, up at the barrel,
With the closure of eyes, an out-burst of tears and blood,
Leave, seeing the Reign of terror create a river of fear in flood.
Question myself: 'Will I spend Eternity with the angels
Or will I burn and rot with the devils?'

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Up, above, in the divine Chamber of Heaven
A Debate among an angelic, wise assembly of seven
To decide before the stroke of the Great Bell,
'Should it be Heaven or should it be Hell?'

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The clock of my life is brought to rest
As the one that constrains the decison-making is set in motion.
My heart skips a beat: Will I lie in God's great Nest
In eternal bliss (or - that I fear to mention).

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An angel spoke: "Generous he has been to many a friend,
A consoling tongue, a helping hand in their woes
True to his fellow countrymen, but this hand he did not lend
As he dishonoured and wronged all his foes.

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Time, a moulding, forging force, can melt a man's mettle,
Swaying as time blows (whether the heart's a thorn or a silken petal),
Tried by the passing of hours, the molten metal on cooling is set
And on vaporising, leaves a fragrance that fades not even with death."

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Said another, "Aye, but, in many men, emotions overshadow reason,
Thus, was he a menace to enemies and loyal to family,
Selfless and daring for his nation, guilty of no treason,
I feel only in Heaven must this man spend eternity."

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"Nay", returned the first that spoke, "He is forever stain'd
For the sins of man cling to the soul like dirt
He respected his countrymen, but had the others profan'd.
Surely, such a man is undeserving of such heavenly comfort."

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"To see this noble young heart go to Erebus would have me dismayed
For man's thoughts and actions tailor an attire with his soul portray'd,
A fabric revealing his respect for all the things that God had laid;
And he repented when the wrongs were done for his soul was now fray'd.

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A man that spoke in few words, a man of action,
One that made no false promises or flattered in cowardice,
A soldier, he killed not out of vengeance, but out of patriotic passion,
Let him pass the gates of Heaven - be not affected by prejudice."

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Spoke another, "Is it not but natural for humans to err?
We, rich in wisdom and virtues (so we claim), must forgive and forget
Little sins deserve not stern punishment - pray, show him the way to the Door,
The brave and the honest must not spend an eternity in regret."

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"Nay", spoke the seraphim. "None but the pure may enter the Lord's kingdom
Let not the little patriotism in the sin-stained man blind thine eyes,
We may forgive and forget, but did he on earth? Use thine God-given wisdom
For slaying, whatever the cause, cannot be forgiven - he must pay the price."

... To be continued