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I eased through the gates,
Peter’s back turned away.
The foyer, gold, with inlaid diamonds.
A guise of what lies ahead.
The chapel is blessed in eternal fire,
Holy water stained blood red.
Face of beautiful angels,
Worn, wrinkled, and grey.
Bone yards piled high,
Body upon body.
Nooses tight around our necks,
Finally within God’s grasp.