• Walking a narrow path heading straight into a mystic place that one other may not see clearly than others,still I walk alone going higher to the clouds above,will I touch the hands of god may I feel the cloth of his glove or the robe...
    Will the gates open perhaps not,I set my expectations to high I am a sinner remember the jailhouse,the murder,what a mistake,feeling sick to my stomach as I hit the ground going through like a pen going through paper...
    A burning sensation runs up my legs and spreads itself covering my body,my skin turns a crisp black,my eyes go bloodshot red,It hurts I shout as wild laughter echoes through this unknown place,GOD TAKE ME BACK!!!! I shout,no reply....