Searching For Home
Only six blocks past the world of illusion,
You’ll enter into the state known as confusion.
A place where no words are ever heard nor feelings ever felt,
A place where chaos and mayhem are constantly dealt.
It’s amazing, it’s insane,
But don’t tarry here long, or you’ll wear the mark given to Cain.
It’s not a place for seeking sanctuary so you really should leave,
Go back from where you came, just have faith and believe.
Back to the Isle of Salvation,
There you’ll find a little known place called, My Destination.
Just take yourself a number as you walk through those doors,
If this place feels familiar chances are you’ve been here before.
Behind each door you’ll find many different paths,
Some will lead you right while others destroy and lead you to receive our God’s pent up wrath.
So follow on the path that is narrow and invariably straight,
For it is written some where at the end lies our Masters Golden Gate.
And once you enter inside this place you’ll never want to leave,
For you’ve finally reached Home, aren’t you glad you believe?
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