A tarnished past, A toll was paid. Sins forgiven, Demons slayed. I walked through fire, now I bear the scars, Took the hits, time behind bars. Paid in blood, both mine and theirs, Left my guilt in a courtroom of stares. Burned through nights of fire and fight, But I clawed toward the sliver of light. This scarred heart still tried to win, Crawlin’ out from the pits of sin. In the Depths of Heaven, There’s a place for the flawed. Where mercy whispers, And justice nods. Seven levels, seven truths, Seven wounds that never soothe. I walked through fire, now I own the shame, Came out cleansed, still marked by pain. He wore a robe, they wore suits and ties, Measured my worth with practiced eyes. Sent me down with the books all closed, Their sins hid deep beneath composed. Years rolled on like a broken wheel, I learned to bend but not to kneel. I built a life from the ashes left, Good from bad, and right from theft. Then one day… the silence broke, No courtroom now, just clouds and oak. He looked in my eyes, Saw through the scars, Didn’t ask my record, Just said, “Welcome… no bars.” Degrees of sin, slices of bone, Some walked tall, I crawled alone. But I stood when others fled, Paid my toll, bled what I bled. In the Depths of Heaven, There’s no shame to bear. We walk among angels, But breathe pure air. I earned my spot, On the seventh rung. No golden halls, But I ain’t shunned.
