The toll.

Hope escapes

The hurting soul

The blocking gate

Reveals the toll

Pockets empty

And cannot pass

The view ahead

A looking glass

Words fall short

Actions numb

His creation stained

One more succumbs.

Efforts fail

Plans aborted

Purpose lost

Faults assorted

Angels watch

Intent applauded

The world destroys

More hearts defrauded

Time rushes past

Expectations gone

Temptation laughs

The world moves on

Confusion looms

Anger passes

Now stand alone

Among the masses

Undeserving

On bended knee

Beg for guidance

To honor Thee

Give in to Glory

Hand over doubt

Release control

Straighten out.

Still at the gate

With pockets bare

When time is right

He pays the fare.

(Otherwise, you both wait there.)

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