The Gates Of Hell

December 19, 2017

As I walk to the door
I feel that I must not go no more.
As I walk to the door
I see smoke pouring through the floor.
My foot riddles the door,
Free of the jam

With the sudden scent of fresh faith
Satin himself reached out and wrapped
His wretched arms around me.
As the heat grew stronger,
I pray to the lord

Dear God,
When I enter this room
For ages old or young
Protect me from the arms of Hell
Let me hear the faintest of cries,
Let me see the faintest of shadows.
For I may bring the patron
Out from the fiery fate,
And into your marvelous light.

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