Are you Ready?

One day the skies will spread like the Red Sea did,
so for that day make sure you don't yourself kid.
The angels will descend to the Earth with trumpets blaring,
then will come forth the utmost caring,
soul in the paradise that you could ever see.
At least,
that's true,
if you ask me.
Then they will take all souls,
good or bad up with them to the king.
There he will decide if you belong or if he himself must fling,
you through the ball of dust straight to the fireplace.
For he is the hearth,
and you will have a new birth,
of a demon,
if you're lucky.
But you will burn either way for eternity.
If he so chooses you to be worthy,
to enter the golden gates.
You will visit you're ancestors and all you're old mates.
No pain will come to thy,
"for you,"
said I,
"will be happy forever."
The only thing left for you to ponder and wonder is,
Are You Ready?