Blood ozzing out the walls
flowing like a river
bleaching the ground
of its color

As you walk down the hall
you are bathed in blood
staining you red

As you walk down the hall
the only thing you see is blood
as you walk down the hall
the thing you smell is death

Then you come to a
pretty white door
untouched byt the flowing blood

Then you hear something
coming form behinde the door
then you hear your name be called
so sweetly
Then you hear the voice call you in

You wlaked down a hall
with blood ozzing out the wall
you only saw blood and smelled
death
Then you come to a
pretty white door
and ask your self
"Should I walk through?"

You put your hand
on the door
you hear the voice call you in
you turn the knobe
you walk on in

Then your bathed in light
you see that the dark is gone
you notice that the blood
has cleansed you

You walked in faith
and you were rewarded in death
through his blood
the one who called your name
to walk through the door