Outside (of Heaven) are the Dogs

In the eyes of God, am I a child or just a dog? And When I die, will I fall, or will I rise to meet the lord? Will I despite a lack of faith be looked upon in death with grace? Will my streets be lined with gold or hope abandoned at the gates Or will it be too late when passing over to the beyond? I feel as if my fate was written way before the Dawn Of time, before my mind was even able to decide, for myself My story was completed lake of fire burn in hell Maybe I'm missing the key, one little piece to the puzzle to finish it Maybe I look for relief in all the wrong places my sentence is infinite Everybody wanna tell me something different nothing seem to make sense to me Who can stop me I got tunnel vision my compositions all I really need no fault of mine, the lord divine prepared me for death by his own design Who am I to plead for my life when god on high made hell assigned To us it ain't fair to them it's the way that he works and he cares Everybody wanna know they fate I'll be afraid if you tell me mine But she came and knelt before him, saying, "Lord, help me." 26 And he answered, "It is not right to take the children's bread and cast it to the dogs." 27 She said, "Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters' table." The power of prayer ain't near enough to save the dogs from death Shower your praises on the savior of the few select As for the rest the holy father likes to child neglect Maybe he already left or maybe my heart is the root of this mess Outside of the gates are the dogs, lying awake and forever will suffer For them it's too late from the start Couldn't escape with what strength they could muster It's out of their hands, don't make any plans they gone get ruined regardless They never even had a chance, it's holy injustice Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they may have the right to the tree of life and that they may enter the city by the gates. Outside (of heaven) are the dogs and sorcerers and the sexually immoral and murderers and idolaters, and everyone who loves and practices falsehood. Gods will is good and sovereign The clay is for the potter Do the souls of Dogs mean nothing? Created for destruction