Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
The Truth Shall Make You Free . . .
Who am I? Who have I been?
The answer to determine if I am out or I am in!
No room for a lie, I have to be true.
I sit at the typewriter pondering . . . who am I? Who?
Sulphurous flames lick at my feet from below.
The sweet scent of lilacs from heaven bestow.
I begin to sweat as I search my heart for the truth.
What has been steady in me now, since my youth?
I loved others. I loved with my whole heart.
But I am kind of an asshole. This is the truth I must impart!
I finish typing my truth, I fret that I have been too unkind.
But up to Heaven I float. leaving Hell behind!
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