These few irked rounds, on and on/ path of our existence
  and everyone has higher volumes
Interact with the images
associated with" locked out from Heaven"
Like a first sequence of a cage,
the whips of metallurgy clatching simultaneously
No one can win in this brazen performance,
horror or honor of persistence,
faith finds serendipity
Yet bound by the heavy cheetah design
of agenda waterfalls, such swift spotted pelt work...
  sleek, fast, benumbing prance of predatory victory
meanders through the fields
of vision
Unite for the punch... or dismal stanchion from hours of hubris's undercut...
not for all who know...
   they've found some roads or do walk upon journeying ground...
     sealed for decisions
Be a conversion... move through the winter, take hold
  and each morsel...
    be of hope, fight the drat that ensues
   for each twist and turn is causeway - which is told
    all advances providing the defenses from monotony
     within personal Hell and now finally I beseech thee
      our causes can forever go