The Father, Son, and The Unholy Ghost Pt.1
The only belief to follow
through life is death,
This struggle we call life
To reach our last breath.
The darkness of existence
Will let light shine in,
When the casket is shut
And blocks out your sin.
Your soul breaks through
And heads for the sky,
To the place it was taught
To go when you die.
It breaks through the clouds
To see whats been reached.
As the gates stand alone
That will not be breached.
The gold from the posts
Shines straight to the core,
But not even fate
Knew what was in store.
(2013)
If I ever get the desire to, I will finish it.
