Today call me the spiritual journalist
As I publish this spiritual news
You might as well left confuse
In middle of the night always hear dogs bark
They recognize what you won’t able see
I’m standing here blocked by tears
The world still fears
We’re on the board of the line
Everybody wanna go in but it not everyone who can make it,
Heaven gates the last state
A quiet place with order
Going inside it not the money now to afford.
He asked us to bring our loads
But insisted in giving away souls
Living but burning in charcoals
Sweating for the wrong path
Feel free to watch how you played in past
Poets did speak words
Writers wrote big books
Apostles came in but you chased them like a dog stolen a meat.
Heavens gates blocked by tears
I feel ashamed as their soul flames
If I should offer a word how they gonna make it to heaven they don’t listen the truth,
Let them stand in heaven gates
I’ll call one by one house to house
I wanna leave streets silence thieves behind bars
You asked for the daily bread
But you misused it the truth u refused it.
I see pastors weeping their faces can’t be dry
Watching artist falling in knees as they cry
A fallen bottle with a drink inside nobody can sip it anymore.
A sold soul is like that
Money can’t pay for the entrance now
It is just vanity all for earth turn to be on earth
Nowhere to take them
Let the lamborgini drives you to hell
Allow the music with wrong message lock you up in hell cell.
Let the spirit connects with spirit
Remember there’s a separation in the end
Heavens gates everybody wanna go in
But not having the ticket in hand
Everybody wanna go and watch soccer
The problem they still having rugby tickets so far..
Heavens gates is open but the key depends on how you worked for you soul
As the death soon to call
Let hope you’ll never fall
Rather be poor financial but rich in spiritual
Killing,raping and stealing all over no ritual
It is made up of silver and gold no money to buy it.
Remember there’s death coming the end of the poem allow my words leaves you singing.
Heavens gates we begging while we in world
How much more when we reach there
Let strike for reaching heaven singing with Bravo we gonna be there
JOZI POET ART WORK INC