Golden Gate Poem by Louis Borgo

If breach was the darkness of despise how would things rewind,

If I am to lie may I lay for truth,

If I am to die may I die for and din of finest of youth,

If mind echos and thing take from torn what place is behind eyes,

If the mind is righteous all things contain to that bear from live,

Situation what hold to mind pleasure of what is held of,

Eyes,

If the mind is righteous then all things contain to that bear from,

Life,

If demons and angels have the same origin and truth be told don't,

We,

All know right from wrong and,

Like a candle to fire mysterious the power goes out,

And the phone rings! ! ! !