The path to heav’n is not one aptly ta’en
Because for things and worldly joys we seek;
If our eyes and senses be mistaken,
The answers to our questions be oblique.
We’re thrown about in sinful *** a-boil,
Whose flame permits the crimes and lies reveal;
The heat incites a panic and turmoil
A timely death comes post our flesh congeal.
Throughout our lives we fail to rise above
The harrowing things that we call our own,
Because they’re products of what we think of,
Restraints that hold us down till we’re alone.
But from your wrists the weight of Earth be raised
Remembering that you cannot be fazed.