i see them now.
the gates are shining brightly.
beckoning me towards them.
i never knew i had earned this;
this magnificent treasure, the gift of gifts.
wait. where are the pearly gates?
these are shiny like a precious metal lit from an unseen fire.
am i? no i don't deserve this. NOOOOOOOOOOO!
the morning rays of the sun hit the black bars of my cell
and i'm hit with the realization that i am seperated
from God, my family, and my friends are gone.
i'm in hell.
another 10-15 to go.

-Chip

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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