Arrival at the Gates of Hell

I was but a loyal servant of God,

I was reverent. 

I spent my hours in servitude of God.

Yet I was made to taste betrayal, forsaken

like a dying dog.

"You are chosen, God wants to pull you close",

said the monk.

Yet I knew in my deepest of heart that it was fallacy.

I was thrown aside, like a ragged cloth,

I was made to see the suffering of my beloved,

I was the cause of my beloved's endless torment.

Thus was when I decided to confront the ever forgiving.

I was made to see the suffering, the writhing pain,

I was pitied. Thus I made His fellow servants feel.

Devil was proud, hell was celebrating.

God declared me a sinner,

Thus I ended up at the gates of hell.

I was but a blithely sheep listening to the bellwether.