Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Lots of Traffic

I once upon a time thought I

Was doing good, but judged be bad.

"Hit the road," ordered the Big Guy,

Cuz I had made him oh so mad.

And since then that same road I took

Is well worn by sinning feet tred,

Thinking they heeded his Good Book

While living, but then find out dead,

That they very falsely did claim

To think that they were doing good, when

They did bad stuff in the Big Guy's name,

Stuff, the Big Guy judged to be sin.

Think gooders know my road so well,

Judged do badders and sent to hell.