The barricades to heaven remain taller than the wall situated at this country’s southern border.
People fleeing hell unknown and giving up everything.
Just for a shot
At a better life.
The barricades are even higher if you inquire about them to the followers of an orthodoxy.
I am just trying to hear my soul. I do not need your sermon.
Sick of self importance and formal liturgy.
I am what I wilt to be.
Lonely.
They art trying too hard because they have vision yet refuse to truly see.
And, should the devil may care
And try to confound, I shalt say,
“Bring it on.”
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