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The ladder is cold steel and past its days, dulled to a natural grey
Yet its rungs still stand strong, stretched over the battered frame
See over time, a ravished age, the world has grasped the ladders reigns
And scratched and shaked, but the ladder would only twist
And never crash or break
It has stood for ages, and it shows no sign of falling soon
It has weathered so much pressure; survived each call to doom
And yet the climb so often ends in tomb, some call it the impossible
To navigate the bends and swoops and follow all the obstacles ..

But some have made it, or at least that's the folkloric story
But none who have ascended has ever come back for glory
It seems whatever, if anything, exists attop the reaches
Has kept those who have made the journey entrapped or lost or speechless
Some say it's God and Jesus...others call that nonsense preaching
The cynics say their bodies lie along the ladder, freezing
And not breathing, because that seems to be the science of the situation
But the general conscensus is to disagree
Despise is brought into the painting
And so the ladder keeps on twisting,with every violent act of brimming hatred ..

The true origin of the ladder remains unknown
And many cultures tell stories in which they claim the throne
Is this the Tower of Babyl descended down the generations?
Perhaps it's Jacob's Ladder, or many others in crowds of ancients
The location is evasive, there is no easy way to find it
And perhaps that is what sparks the mythology's basic blindness
The ladder has no roots or hold into a specific place
But the evidence and sightings prove its realistic claims
They say that those who search to find it, will always come up short
And thus the world of science, of course, calls it obsurd
The ladder appears when least expected, whether dreams or deathbeds
Ya can't reject it ..

Through it all, remains the twisting, defying the realistic
Is this ladder appocalyptic, or is it simply mystic?
Will one day, it shatter into six billion pieces
And lodge a single shard of metal into each unwilling genius?
Who thought they would outsmart the ladder by simply not attempting
Who kept their spite and harmed the ladder by crippling and bending
And forcing it into the twisted shape it now has taken
In humanities never ending quest to down the pagans
Never realizing that this ladder to heaven is not pretend and
It does not apply to any specific section
The ladder to heaven has been twisted from being treated as a misfit
Being beaten, smashed, and blistered by the needless rash of sinning
It began as a straight and narrow path, easy for the climbing
And now we're left with nothingness, because we just chose to spite it
The twisted ladder to heaven .
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