The Key
Heaven and Hell are spaces in our mind
Precious real estate taking us over
Seeking consolation never to find
Through senses deceptively hence smolder
Stagnant in solitude, whisper’s wonder
Soothing the sixth sense over senseless thought
Selfishly satisfying we blunder
Can’t purchase the key God already bought
The stretching gate constant thus not snapping
Twisting down earth ravenous for relief
Stabbing stars enraging the napping
Lusting on the ever looping belief
The gate to our hell our mind inside locks
Keys burning our hands as God again knocks
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