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I will not be
wrought iron words welded
to gates of the unconscious soul.

Dissonance of constant hammering
to make minds more malleable.
Deceptions on both sides
hide the true meaning of
the narrow path.

Willing the metals fusion
Minding the gates illusion
Prism spectrum division
of emotional intrusions..

I am none of the things
guarded by these gates.

(discrepancy theory)

The chains grew like vines
up the trellis
until the Spirit declared
"The old gods are DEAD!"

The nexus of sin
fell to the ground.

The gates opened.

(i was born for this place
and this time)

Restoration.

It was then
I walked the path
up the mountain.