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This Is Paradise
A lost and broken headstone, a damp and moistened earth, undisturbed by slumbering phantoms who's hopes and shattered dreams sprinkle the world like shards of glass cutting all whom venture to gather the missing pieces and put them together again. This my friends, is paradise the heaven we were promised is nothing but a grave the coffin which lies within is a prison a prison to restrain--- our own embittered lonely thoughts so that we shall not rise with the mist and wander the roads in search of lost lives. Welcome to hell, did you see the sign that said the ressurection is still under construction? It appears that God lacks the funds to house and judge us all. Besides which he never realized the only words he would echo are ''Go to Hell.'' Heaven is a gossamer spun web, a lonely and empty realm. A puff of wind will blow it away in a shower of ash and dust, and we will continue to turn in our graves.
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