About issues relating to sacrifice especially those that hurt and change Man.

O’ door of thorns
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Every great desire that burns me
The only thing I need to give or/and take to be with all riches of the soul and body
Treasures from the great divine
And fuel for my passion rests behind this door
All that satisfies my hunger and thirst
It is okay to listen to me
It is sturdy to uphold the honor behind your poisoned wooden bars
Or bars that I see nor pass through
To have the riches and wealth been told of that which is behind you I would do all to posses

O’ door of thorns

Scratched epidermis
Broken nail
Torn flesh
Scintillating bitter-sweet emotions
Through a degree to open a door handle
Pierced and bleeding
All wet and stiff
Stuffed with poisoned vines
Going through the door of thorns
What lies behind your lonely glamour and beautiful riches?
What may behold thine eyes?
I gaze upon the door of thorns
A sacrifice I am willing to pay
So I can get through the door of thorns
As the door, will it be the world behind?
The door of thorns
The calla lily that I can wait for to the end of eternity;
Is behind the door of thorns!

O’ door of thorns

A promise to receive as unto my savior His crown
My door of thorns
To exalt and gloriously enthrone me
You wore a crown of thorns
Eyes filled with blood
Mind willed to love
Heart bound to pureness
A crown and a cross on “me my back”
I mean yours
You danced to a chorus of agony
A solo of scorn
Door of thorns as unto my savior that wore a crown and bore the cross
Help thee that I may open the door of thorns
Help thee that I may open this door of thorns