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The Barcode of Heaven

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I had a dream
And tattooed on my arm
Was every love and conformation
In which I existed.
On my forehead was a crucifix
With a barcode on my neck
But in the mirror
The room was empty.

I had a dream
And placed in every room
Was a picture of love
And what love is.
The frame was broken
And the glass but shattered
Yet the still-frame showed
The room is not empty.

I had a dream
And the inside of my heart
Was filled with scars and blood
Mended and dried.
My soul was painted white
And the barcode removed
For in Heaven
The room is full.
for anybody who reads this, i have not really put an emphasis on my spirituality before. i am aiming to progress in my faith and for all those who care, thank you for reading and commenting on my work.
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My heart weeps at the two comments this received.

First of all, allow me to say that this is one of the most interesting journeys from ruin to restoration that I've read in some time. Your use of dreams, scars and tattoos, and mirrors and glass are superb. I love your use of poetic structure to support the parallels in each grouping. Love which existed only on the outside became the love that filled the inside. There is a theme of reverse entropy, disorder to order, broken to mended.

I feel quite compelled to +fav this. This is most deserving of praise.