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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Is there really a beautiful heaven? Is there a red and black hell for sinners? Basking on this, I told myself that the beautiful heaven is this we see now, argue with the sky and cloud on this. Father Francis told us that there is no heaven, Pope Thomas told us that paradise is within our hearts, and those who fall and fall on the altar of deliverance are miscreants. We believed him on a platter of Sunday school morning. He gave us lies and lies of truth about the World Series of lies. In this pantful world where children wear disgrace, In this world' voodoo, where sorrow back treasures of preachers, In this train of earth where girls wear tears, In this shattered world where our pride are whores, Nothing is precious under the sun and nothing that the sun has not seen. Man is home to himself and have choices about himself. The clergy men that had their skulls littered in the evil graveyard of my village can tell of this. To this voidness, To this coldness, To this yonder of shattered images, Xylem of mannered eloquence of the devil, To the world demon's demonstrators, To the Halloween and the Dejavu, To the magical cloth verses of the Indian, To the cries of unholy pages of those holy book tabled before we were born, I have a way that seems so right to me; and those are the choices I have made. To the shrine of Illinois of the Illuminati, To the pyramid of underworld, To the coldness of death, We will escape from this drum of world, This is darkness! This is darkness!! This is darkness!!! Darkness of the black spirits. Voidness lies in the bag of red colours. This gory miseries of the world keep us in the fold of grey. We don't know death but death knows us, We don't know life but life speaks of us, We don't know abstract painting of demons, We don't know the abstract imageries of sins; The beauty of sin lies in the consequences that lies aftermath. We are train of shadows, We are feathers of spiritualities, We are blood of feelings, emotions. anger. Carcass. Faded colours. Sadness. Pains. Revenge. Vengeance. Evil. Emptiness. Vacant. Void. We are the opposite of day, synonym of good. Is there really a beautiful heaven? Is there a black and red hell for sinners? Search your soul and answer to its voidness. Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent
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