I Paint A Picture - Poem by cody byrne
I paint a picture of love and hate.
It holds the golden key to the silver gate.
The black vines creep up the gray stone.
At the top of witch are spears of death.
Ready to strike the next victim without key
Where shall it be found, the key within the portrait
Is it in her hand?
Is it in her heart?
Quickly as two body’s become one
The gates are thrust open
The vines dropp the spears
The clang of metal striking the stone floor
The race of our hearts
The pain of death broken
The strike of Satan missed
Then the bright light shines in
The souls welcomed in
The thunderous voice breaks the silence
You are forgiven
And we enter the gates unscaffed
We have survived
The chains broken
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