The Mountain

The Mountain

Gabriel Sanders


In the land of the lost and felled,

There is a mountain where good people dwell.

As men and women ascend the cliffs,

Their souls are rewarded wondrous gifts;

Their hearts are cleansed of shadow and corruption

And their minds reborn as an act of retrieval.

At the peak,, their souls are judged,

Whether their purity has budged.

Just a little, hed no worry.

Too much, they’ll be sent to scurry,

To the bottom of the mountain they will be

For all the rest of eternity.

When it is your time to reach the peak

And through the soul God will seek,

Will your life fully reflect

All of your purist aspects? 

Will you rise to heaven

And watch over your family with open eyes?

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