And in measure, one could leisure
Ought not our lives to be liven in gain?
Cumber'd in a haven'd plain.
Halos; they who lived to please Him
And righteousness abode evermore
And after the last breath, heaven's gate ashore
Jerusalem's shore and golden concrete to stride.
Horns; dark hearted souls harness'd on the dark
And in every crave they roar to bark
Burdens and sins to sink upon scythe
And the grasp ov the dark one to enclose their breath
We gain the word, in pavement and on concrete.
In some it dwellet and to blossom to fruitful heirs
Woe unto them for thorns do prick and slit them through.
For live's journey; and Halos 'n' Horns to sail through.
By:
Beryl Asakel
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