Some fear the habanero flames of a sulphur realm below
But cling with all their might to the quicksand mud that around them flows
They see above then the azure sky of day
But the indigo curtain of night fills them with dismay
Pins and needles fill their souls if the word death is but for an instant on the lips
They would rather into the hurricane gale trod
Than enter the gentle breezy space, beyond the pearly gates of God
pearly gates, habanero, mud, pins and needles, b reezy, quicksand, and indigo.