Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Broken Gates
Heaven stands so far away.
Outside these broken gates I stand,
Lusting for a shorter stay.
Obdurate beings slashing with words.
Callous syllables that can lay
Ache and tears within my marrow.
Used without sense, this ugly day
Stains my mind with hurtful rage.
Time is torture. For death, I pray.
7-28-10
Outside these broken gates I stand,
Lusting for a shorter stay.
Obdurate beings slashing with words.
Callous syllables that can lay
Ache and tears within my marrow.
Used without sense, this ugly day
Stains my mind with hurtful rage.
Time is torture. For death, I pray.
7-28-10
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Broken Gates
Broken Gates
