gates of steel,,
hinges melted together,,
smell of the dead ,
ordor of stench,that curdles within,,
passages, long behind the gates,,
do you want to reach those gates,,
pass beyond those stenched gates,,
lies death, he awaits you,,
he stares at you with gleam in his eye's,,
knowing you here for him,,
to do a he pleases,,
tortured souls,
ask for help,,
nothing you can do,,
you cant even help yourself,,
suffer you lost soul,,
in the gates that of hell,,
kill another day,,
thats what you said,,
a stray bullitt struck you down,,
down to hell,,
is where you belong,,
now there killing you ,,
over and over again,,
think of the things you do and say,,
never hurt those,,
reguardless of there ways,,
pray for them,,
dont judge them,,
or you will be judged,,
hell isnt a pretty place,,
never been there,,
DONT want to go there neither,,
dont judge those who hurt you,,
pray for them,,
dont kill them,,
pray for them,,
GOD said HE would be JUDGE,,
and he would judge those who hurt those,,
pray for them,,
dont kill them,,
craig s. meeks
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2003-03-05 10:30:00]
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