I thought tonight would be easy.
Their plan was simple,
but it all depended on me.
What if it went wrong,
someone recognised me —
drew attention to my cover?
What would I do?
Prised from the abyss of Hell,
more arms bore me to the Gates of Heaven.
Behind them I could see light, blinding beam
boring into my eyes. I could hear a choir
singing around the Lord’s throne...