Headlines of judgement
Across the gates of Heaven
Self-consciously reporting
The errors of my deeds...
I can visit sometimes
Though I am still a guest
Of human transgression-
I know someday, when I die,
There will be a way
To follow through-
To leave behind the sin
And enter freely in-
But today I must return
Scarred by the evidence
Of my imperfection!
Witnessing this side
Of immortality,
I seem to walk endlessly
Preferring to find my way
Than be taken there
Through the tunnels
Of the Earth!
But I cannot move
Without consequence
Or think clearly
Without some disturbance
Clinging like lint
To the fabric of my mind!
For God's sake-leave me alone!
The battle isn't even
Between me and the World-
It is in another dimension
Otherwise reprehended
Except for the vision
Of mortal action!
Those harbingers of revelation
Insist upon the will,
A duty foreign to the skill
Of man-unquestionably
Waiting to be fulfilled!
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