Paradise Gone
Paradise Gone
Sun is shining, weather’s cold;
My broken soul will not let go.
I am dead whilst you still live;
How could they just let this be?
Save me please from everything,
That they have sent to hurt me.
I do not deserve this, please;
I only want to live.
Atheist, didn’t believe, is now heading for Hell.
Aargh this place is scary and what the Hell’s that smell?
Is that a corpse? My God, my God;
I’m buried with the dead.
My God, my God, my head, my leg;
They shot me in the chest.
I see myself, my broken shell,
Just lying in the dirt.
In limbo is where you will find me;
Before I find out what I deserve.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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