Poem -

The Shelter

The Shelter

I died and I saw a glimpse of a place filled with peace 
 

Somewhere that love was more than abundant 

 

Right before I was brought back to life 

 

God offered a decision to me 

 

I could have heaven in pieces 

 

But I must live in a place that was filled with judgment 

 

Long forgotten a version of hell

 

Condemned I must live 

 

A jungle filled with rage 

 

But every other day I could escape

 

Go back to that place 

 

It was that or I would never see heaven again 

 

So quickly and swiftly I made my decision 

 

To hell I would go and live 

 

Just to be able to visit heaven time and time again 

 

So here I am 

 

Burning in the flames 

 

Waiting for the day 

 

I get to go back 

 

The torture is worth it best believe that 

 

To get to be where I'm at 

 

Heaven is real yes I know 

 

Because this is the place I get to go 

 

I walk through hell with bare feet 

 

Just so I can have her with me

 

Best believe 

 

I have no regret 

 

I choose to live in hell with my judgment

 

Because in this life I see heaven 

 

It's in her eyes 

 

It's in her bed and 

 

It's in her arms 

 

No need to be alarmed 

 

The devil too is real 

 

Hell is where I'm condemned 

 

In life the place I fell

 

Just to rise her love rescues me from my hell 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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