Paradise
i start awake from acrid dreams
as all my senses meld to one
i taste the bitter ashen air
cremains of lifetimes
torn asunder...licked by
the devil's sharp tongue
too hot to touch
too painful to see
through tears of disbelief
this nightmare reality
spits and Snaps and SCREAMS
ALL AROUND NOW - DEAR GOD!
WHY HATH THOU FORS....chosen me
........to save?
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