by introspekdt123

who knowingly closes doors on humility

who shall live in days where they never see her face

complaining on end where beginnings would normally be

holding magnificence captive for none other to ever place

wasting and soiled by gluten and fear

with a reptilian slithering like pattern

what we yearn for is always near

meanwhile we resort to things unmattering


who knowingly bears down doors on grace

those who have never dreampt of seeing her beautiful face

she can never die