Shiploads of people keep disembarking,
typically looking a bit dazed at first.
Some of them may try to pray,
others might want to curse.
They stare back and forth at each other —
something’s familiar, but still hard to sort.
Then Locals show up to wheel them away
before the next group sails into port.
A few imagine they know what to expect:
streets of gold for the righteous and lawful,
while for the rest, 7 descending levels of awful.
They read their bible, were sure of the facts,
but they were wrong, it is nothing like that.
Those ideas and beliefs get left behind.
Nobody expects what they actually find —
to cut to the chase, we get our own mind.
Welcome to yourself, your own just reward.
If you think it’s unfair, take it up with the Lord!