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A Season of Warmth Part Two

Now we have a game we play, this game is fun 
      And true today. It’s not hard and very 
      Refreshing. This game I say, is the game 
      Called “Go Insane.” 
Close your mind, and crawl back in…back 
      To where it all ends. Here we find 
      The beginning of our sins. The truth 
      That Christ is a lying friend. 

Think it once, then think it twice, for 
      Chaos will bring us 
            What’s nice and right. 
For anarchy of the soul 
      Is what’s choking us to 
                                          Go. 

The great schism of breath and air, it’s gone 
      And lost on care. 
Heart failure, cancer and lack of oxygen, 
      It’s the future I found in him. 

Now, you should try this little game, it’s so much fun 
      And when it’s done, we can erect a dream per say, 
      For it’s not hard, while it dwells behind your mind, 
      When it’s done…you’ll see the end, yourself behind 
      The looking glass, a 
                                    Reflection of thought 
That will horrify your turn of the eyes 
      So fragile, 
                    So beautiful, 
                                     The love 
                                              You’ve been 
Searching for. 

            Is everybody in? 

This soul we found, a soul never ending, 
For all have fallen short…I mock this 
Little story. 
The truth that it is sacred… 
      Nothing is sacred. 

Though I sing the body electric, and 
The hand placed in mine, the deceiver 
Of love. The heart she held, smashed 
And irreplaceable. 
She mocked all that I once was… 

The love was placed behind a steel door, 
      Locked and barred, nowhere to go. 
      Stomped and decayed ruins of joy, 
      The toy of love she threw at me, 
Like a broken bell that sings and sings… 
      My seasons in Hell, are all I bring.

Copyright © Adam Hollingsworth | Year Posted 2011

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