No one controls death’s throws
This I do believe
No one controls that gate
We freely go, we freely leave
To pay a price in life
Tickets to achieve
To gain entrance through the gate
Already open I believe
Surely this con, this lie
Could not be achieved
Aha but it is so
Do you not see?
Unlikely bedfellows you and me
Not for long but long enough
The cannon of carnality
Saddened to an enlightened me
Again, I ask, make free the gate
Confession is not absolution
Absolution is grate
Fee paid, name entered, clean slate
Confession replaced confrontation
This is the real key
Lack of confrontation
Appears to misalign the vestry
So long this has carried on now
For centuries and centuries, it be
Lined up, the little soldiers
All protecting the key
Perhaps they will say I’m a demon
I’m what ever you want me to be
I’m human so capable of being
Truly captured and truly free
End
By Samantha Harris unextraordinarybint
True, nice post dear.
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Thank you very much!
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My pleasure.
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