Painful pronouncements dripping with sarcasm in personal condemnation
That my ears hear as fear someone may accept me with no payment plan
Despite years of reckless living while yearning for sublime love divine
In free gift given that they never imagine could be given to the likes of me
So they say not even Jesus will smile at me today in any affectionate way
Nor will the Prince of Peace grant peace to some ugly pauper so improper
And ask if such an undignified creature could expect proper acceptance
In proper society with an eye to fly high above worldly din of confusion
Within the safe seclusion of the beating heart of the living life of heaven
And can such judgment be born as my heart is torn to bloody fragments
As the whole weight of guilt weighs me down just outside the gates of hell?
noblethemes 
For sure the burdens r weighing u down u can’t even go to the gates of hell. A great poem, Jonathan very deeply worded
Yes, the burdens are heavy… Thank you so much!
Welcome Jonathan
Have you read the _Inferno_?
Yes! Wonderful classic. The Inferno, almost more than any other work in the West, I think, really shaped our image of Hell from that time down to the present. Have you read it? What about Purgatory and Paradise?
I have never touched the Purgatory or Paradise, sadly. Recommended?
Yes. Although not quite on the same level as the Inferno, still good and well-worth the time to read.