Not Worthy

The hour glass is running out of sand
the spiral begins
the light is fading slowly
all is grey now

Bring your resume
show me all the good deeds done
are u worthy to enter
my crystal palace
beyond my golden gates.

St peter at the gates
Angles in white
a beutiful song
peace and love

he says no and i fall
its getting warmer
screeming and stench
fear and pain

by Kandace Schofield

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