Stairs of hell I have climbed.
Thinking I am the master of my destiny.
The Door opened without any effort, silently.
What a mastery I thought :)
Plunging myself in the indulgence within,
Such a pretty place I have never seen.
Then I heard - whisper of Messiah
clad in a shabby rag.
breaking the silence, his voice rendered deep.
"My son, Now you know how road to heaven does not look like".
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