You say that I am an apostate,
hell bent, hell bound, soon to meet
the hell hound awaiting my arrival.
You have condemned me for thoughts
that deviate from your own, you
are the guardians of the Word, you say,
although whose words you guard is ever
harder and harder to discern, certainly
not those of He who died for saying them.
You say heaven is reserved to you
and those who merit being your apostles
and those who fail must be condemned.
Yet Cerberus understands well,
and you will be surprised when he
greets you at the hell gates of your heaven.
Agreed, beware the three-headed dog!