When she gets there she knows
that the door is now closed.
She can't get in, it's way too late-she has sealed her fate.
And the Mockingbird sings
of all pretty things- we humans
love and adore.
She begs please sing
please sing more…!
But now she only hears
screaming from below…
‘Oh, no I regret this date-please Jesus!
I don't belong here-keep me from hell's gate! "
Written by Christina Sunrise on January 2,2021
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