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Paths of Choice
I sit before the Gates of burning Hell,
Insanity through my poor senses creeps
And I am at a loss. I hear the bells
In silence, tolling me and dreams to sleep.
What madness can the Demons fury bring
To souls that call my spirit closer still?
And yet my heart is drawn to angels singing
To Heaven's grace and love that slightly chills
So much diminished from the blist'ring fire
And brighter than the darker ways of sin
Deceit and lies do blind divine desires
That dwindle Truth and lessens light within.
Our souls diverge between the paths of life
And what we choose to take becomes our strife.
by Anna T. Vo
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