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7 Gates Between Heaven and Hell (Unedited)- (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)


After 7 days stuck in Hell
I had arrived through darkness
Tired
Wired with fear
Uncertain of the future
To a narrow tunnel
At the end of Hell

The angels of hell guided me here
Faith in me
They wouldn’t let me stay
I was a way
A bridge between dark and light
I was willing to fight
Hell was out of my sight

I crawled through the tunnel
Claustrophobia came
Shame
Guilt
Suffocated my body
Yet I pushed through
Loneliness would not take me

My body barely fit through
I squeezed onto a dark surface
7 gates were before me
“They sent you away I see,”
Someone spoke from the darkness
Only piercing purple eyes
No body, no face

“Where am I? I asked
Light showed from behind each door
“Between your destiny,” the eyes spoke
I became ill suddenly
Then I vomited a bright purple key
“It is you,” they eyes moved closer
They spoke again, “Open your path.”

The key hypnotized me
I looked at all 7 doors
Colored light came from behind all of them
Red, yellow, orange, blue, green, indigo
But there was only one purple gate
“This is YOUR path to heaven,” the eyes assured
“Navigate your light wisely.”


“What’s behind the other gates?”
I was curious to know
“The fate of others, now go,”
The eyes went black
I stood with the key in my hand
I chose to better myself
I unlocked my gate, to my destiny

…out of Hell, into Heaven

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