#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat

The devil's snares and temptations
on their walks of life,
Fate is weakened
As Painful Chaos arises.
Life's never been easy,
but you must go on,
Because the reward is worth it
So You must remain strong.

Your feet are tired,
There's not much left
Keep going darling,
You're passing the test.
Soon you'll be going through,
The Gate of Rest.

& even through the trials,
You've always done your very best.
Almost there, keep on going.
A little farther,
I see the gate glowing.

it's resting time for those tired feet,
You're there now beloved.
You refused to be beat.
I'm
So Proud
Of You
Rest Now, your work here is done.

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