...The Golden Gates... (Collaberation)
...The Golden Gates...
Devastator--Bold
*~Big Nash~*--Normal
...Earning the Gates...
Imagine a day without hatred, satanic plastered walls on Silvery Gates,
People who have reason to live, without the unsanitary “Family Fates”,
Place feels more boxed in than Slaves in Crates; Watch me get away…
Watch as I die throughout the day, you still object to everything I say,
Thinking about you as I sit here and lay. I’m inside bricks of sediment,
Remembrance of you and me; the things we said that we never meant,
Everything at a sudden halt, words get spent. Dime bags are worthless,
I wish this world could hurt me less. Wonders of a young age I do miss,
Alzheimer’s soon kicks in reminds me of this; the art of war is all done,
Forgotten piece of art in history shunned, I wish I could get up and run,
When I look back I see all the fun; I use to have fun when I was a kid…
Hard to believe but I did, my life feels deleted and broken apart, exited.
Contradictions more or less on life itself, don’t make the same mistake,
Believe in yourself, redeem in yourself. Depth in words, a mere fake…
Depth deeper than a lake; structures not fit for the past or the present,
Structures ripped out from the hands of god, similarities are peasants,
Feelings feel unpleasant. Love in the eyes of your wondered savior…
Talent arises out of midst of behavior, adults seem to be less braver,
Than that of children who are tamer. Literality takes place in a home,
Fatalities occur where you roam, Bankruptcy more popular than a loan,
Legendary status doesn’t get you a job; instead you get hit by a mob…
Blanketed with bullets in rows of twenty, similar to a corn on the cob…
Wishful thinking makes you a slob…believers take the right actions…
Reactions become slower when your wrists are filled with extractions,
Extraction marks from the blood spilled, leaves the goals all fulfilled,
Everyone holds their own, losers lose while the thrillers get thrilled…
The day I really got killed, I’m understanding the life long composts,
Piles of shit inside the outposts, Kind of like broken cars, life coasts,
I smell the heaven as happiness roasts. The world is like crazy eights,
You don’t know your luck, your dates, some on time and some late…
…………………………God welcomes and frees you in golden gates.
...Enter the Gates...
Ashes to ashes turned dust to dust...
Life no matter how long you live compared to eternity's just a rush...
Final destination; heavy heavenly gates plated of gold
Where there no longer exists the states of the young and the old
As the warmth of my pulse freezes to non existence
I bear witness, to something that would leave mere mortals stricken
Like a teardrop to a river, from a pane to to a sliver..
Pain exists elsewhere, like a convulsion to a shiver...
Where light is intense but not blinding and salvation worth finding
No more frustartion involving currency grinding to stay dining
This is home, even though it isnt conveyed directly
This aurora of contentness is no better a setting
Faces of the missed and familiar are always at call
No more states and miles seperate us no invisible walls
Is this what was meant to be? Over endless centuries
For the benevolent intentions I had? rewarded in flesh by injury?
And as take in the lanscape beyond humanly capable description
I hear disembodied voices saying "This was written"
And I know now without a shadow of a doubt it is time...
To leave the Earth bound misery behind, I see my life in rewind
Every deed every sin, every loss every win
Every step with each breath... that my long gone lungs took in...
After a pause that words can't express the verdict is announced...
I enter ... gates swing soundlessly.. a new resident has been found.
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Originally Posted by topraman89
. Thats why there was little regard to structure in my portion.
