#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every Soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along the tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat....
As there's a crystal heat,
To address a divine greet,
Soul is the Creator's Hear,
Knows No Art, No Fear,
A guardian God's adore the soul,
With no more added furore,
The voice of virus in Karma's mind is a yell,
Where the Creator detests...