Spoken Word Poetry - The Wide Gate

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The wolves pack, the sheeps scattered... A crushed soul inside I'm battered... A loud cry, the legions in me gather... Twisted in confusion of what matters... I go through life like I'm climbing a ladder... Dark clouds inside me filled with hate I'm madder... Crossing the hot stones, I fight my way through thorns... What I see in this world you're better unborn... Want to plant seeds of life, but they are scorned... Want to walk the path of light, but I'm a page torned... Want to wear a crown, but all I see is horns... I try to look up but my face can't see the Lord... I dropped the double edge sword, the sins I've absorbed... I explore for more, inside I suffer, my heart sore... Lost all my senses of what my purpose is here for... A stone offered to me, now I turned it into bread... A valley of dark souls, rotten corpse of dead flesh... The wide gate's like a maze, no beginning or no end... I walk like dried bones, no life or no breath... The uncounted sins lead my soul to death... Crying out to God, my ears are covered like the deaf... Sins that turn into scarlet or fragrant incense... Was called to repent, but in me said to reject... Outside like I'm blessed, inside like I'm undead... Zombified to approach the purified... Want to open my eyes, but realize that I'm blind... Want to walk the truth, but I'm stormed with lies... Looking to be showered with blessings, but I get a plague of flies... I want to hear the Word, but then my heart wants to deny... Cold as ice, motionless and no cries... A path of vanity, the meaningless, the disguised... Wolve's in sheep's clothing, cripples, lepors, the blind... Babylon poisoned my mind, I drank the forbidden wine... Numb to the fact that I have might crossed the line... In battles never end, frozen stiff there's no time... Curse the Wide Gate, where you dwell you are declined... Lord take me away from this world, for I seek eternal life.. ~~The Dark Angel~~