Gate Eleven

by Mira Jay
"The Gate" Panting by Yordan Dimitrov

“The Gate” Panting by Yordan Dimitrov



When faith troubles

Guilt just doubles

Happiness withers away

Innocence fades with sun’s last ray

Yet never rises again on the next day


Faces of roses lose charm

Incense carries harm

Conquer devils churches’ rear

Turns a holy bond to a venomous spear

Honest rhythms disappear


Purity escapes dawn

Evil winds moan

Putting off love in each bedroom

Kissing death either the bride or her groom

Overshadows a lasting gloom


Time anchors in a thrill

Everyone’s gone writing his final will

Adam and Eve have set fire in heaven

Spread wide Hell’s gates that count to eleven

Eleven they’ve become, for Mankind wasn’t satisfied by The Deadly Seven


2012 © Mira Jay
Divine Rhythm

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