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