Where do do- gooders go. ?

And so the pomp and ceremony
ends.
The leaves are blown,
the flowers wilt,
and all that's broken seems
to mend .
I fell asleep in Church..
I fell into the grace..
of the Pugh's and lurched
between consciousness,
it was such a glorious sleep,
with angels singing,
and bells ringing...I 
thought I'd died -
and gone to Heaven,
Where I felt welcome,
in the busom of all that
is good..
Until..I saw the face of 
a murderer coming towards me,
with hands held out..
and I heard the thudding tone
of a drum...little drummer boy..
drawing back I said,
if this is Heaven,
it's no place for me to sit
with murderers,
No matter how many times
you repent..
I can't accept you.
So there's no solace..
For me,. Where do do-gooders
go for eternity..?
and take their projects..
there is no place..
for me..
in the Kingdom 
of forever and ever..