Too late, Welcome to Hell MateA Poem by ArmanisThis is a poem on the concept of redemption, and he question, "If God is so good, why does he send them to hell?" Read if you care to explore why.Too Late It is so dry and I ask why, I cannot taste or feel, the paste and meal before me. I touch this blade of grass. Can I follow your made mass? My lips are dry. They crack like scorched Earth. This gate of fire sealed, Hatred so pure, I’m kneeled. The weakness of my weary heart, So added my eyes, teary parted! Lead me from this Hell! I see thee, and I ring this Bell! This gate’s fire sealed, Set me free! These chains on me abound holds me with malice down. The barbs prick my wrists The blood’s picked to mist. This accursed black train, I’d rather travel back in rain, wet, To wet my lips, To taste life again. I saw you forsake me, Come back I see thee! I see unrelenting pain in your eyes, I thought you rains on me with lies. Please forgive me, I believe now. Please live, bring me to town! Please sir, wet my lips. Wet my dry lips. Why is it you cry? I believed it a lie. Your eyes, weary and red. The lies eirie and bled. I am sorry for my sin, I am worried, my heart is tin. Please forgive, please forget. Have you been yet judged? Thy actions not smudged! How long has it been, Thy life since at its end? You had minutes and hours. You had sonnets and towers. You could have, but did not! You are such a fool! You are such a tool! The path is narrow and straight, No more marrow in your bones mate. Eighty years too long for you. Everything smears you, you’ll never see town. Eighty years of second chances! Life neared its end, but mine enhances. The Devil has won you over, But I am in Jesus’ Tower! © 2015 ArmanisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorArmanisRevere, MAAboutI am a fantasy author. I do some writing of poetry and short stories under a different name. My writing takes place in the dungeons and dragon world but in an alternate universe since my story doesn't.. more..Writing
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