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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