The City of Ransomed Souls

When pleasing Wrathful God

ye bear with patience

all cleansing of thine holy place

yea, holy of holies,

ye are called


Ye shall be

like a camel

unburdening thyself

of thy smallness,


thy passage

through the eye of the needle

into the welcoming

Holy Gate’s

City Arms


Their alabaster sheen


a face too bright yet to see

without blinking



Ye shall accomodate

as if by a thread

though the opening into your self

is an ego-based blessing


Ye shall be qualified to enter


the city of ransomed souls



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