The Crossroads Poem by Robbie Squires

The crossroads
The place where lovers let eachother go
The same spot where satan makes you do his work
All is holy and all is hell
At the crossroads
I stared down four lanes of barren waste
Where should I go to make my stay?
To the north a land of snow and sacrifice
To the west a land of desert and sorrow
The east was a land of holy god earth palace
To my south was a burning hellfire of sadomasochism and malice
All were nice but only one I could call home
To hell I descended without looking back
This was the place that I could live while being attacked
Not only be attacked but attack all who oppose
It does not matter
Who you are in this land of exile
Everyone is the same
I can live freely with no one to heckle my life
Only those who attack because they are getting attacked
That’s fine with me
I think I can take that
This is a utopia I speak of
Very little known about it though
Just head south until you reach
The crossroads