Me And Saint Peter Poem by Sean Foxx

When I finally stand before the pearly gates
And Saint Peter asks me why I think I rate
I'll tell him I've done my part and served the homeland
Defending the nation against insane men.

Now I'm tired and weary of hell
I have seen the devil and it was he I killed.
Now I've stared at the abyss and did my best
So with your leave I'd like to rest.

Saint Peter won't cry or bow his head, but merely reply
“Marine I have one last request,
Will you help me guard this gate against the evils of the land,
So that the lord will rest and stay his hand? ”

“At ease holy saint, and say no more.
I'll guard this gate as I have others before.
Be at peace and troubled no more
While my brethren and I guard heavens door.'