I dance with the Devil while the choir sing gospels

[m.n.i.w]

I dance with the Devil while the choir sing gospels.
The heavenly bliss of Hell holds me mentally hostage.
I payed too much attention to the negative temptation.
Never knew how much the price in Heaven costed.
Due to my negligence towards my spirit and faith.
Any position I was granted in the Lord's haven, I probably lost it.
Carried the burden of sin on my shoulders and caved in.
If I even reached the gates, I'd endure rejection
with a vengeance for my sins and lack of repentance.
Noted stories of the holiest humble men that existed
and chose to follow the actions of those who were faithfully conflicted.
Morals and righteousness resented.

I recall stories of apostles; Philip, Judas, and Thomas.
Contemplating.
Refuse to let the world turn my world downsided
and be crucified with honor.
Or turn my back to the world.
Where betrayal is a term all its inhabitants are fond of.
I testify to the odds.
I bow my head to Him out of respect as I journey the opposite direction.
It seems most find the Lord's essence upon their journey
down a road approaching their darkest intersection.
I've yet to achieve that cataclysmic collision.
My time is still in remission.
I still haven't proposed my remissions.
Through the whispering wind a horned figure told me.
To be a tenant in Hell is free.
Told me he'll maintain a reservation for me.