Flaming Sword
I would draw my flaming sword
and battle your angelic guards
to force my way
into
your
Paradise.
I would slice and slash
the downy feathers
just to see the prize within.
But once inside
I shudder and sigh.
For blood and violence
Can never draw
the flowing waters.
The prize without
the prize it was:
the hope of paradise within.
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