The Closed Entry

What holds one to this realm Is it the pretty female form.. The allure of vice and sin.. The desire for sence gratification Or is it we forgot our way home Fated to a viscious cycle Ever yearning to go back home.. Small mercies like dew at dawn A constant reminder of our home Sojourner we were At the dawn of time A sentry we were At the dawn of the fall A promise of redemption When the light glows within Yet the eastern gate pass Remains prohibited for us.. #trials of the youth