Ladder2heaven

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 .