An rusty gate hangs barring the way through a fresh corn field
to the city of light an route to the tree of life,

An rusty gate hangs barring the way through a fresh corn field
to the city of light an route to the tree of life,
Child, “I think I am going to Hell!” I reply “Really? You would choose to go to hell? Why would anyone do that?” If you could travel to heaven and … Continue reading Where am I going?
It is set, it is done,
I can not change one single thing