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It is where souls reside
Up in the heavenly sky
Among the stars shining so bright
The souls are their emanating white light
Standing here with you
I realize your days are numbered and few
You clasp my hand in yours
And your face abruptly obscures
Before, your soul lived in our rapport
Inhabiting this Earthly realm no more,
You are at the end of an arduous war
Tired and weary, be free to soar!
As your life comes to death, to a close,
I weep for you, in your soft repose
Enamored by your sweet relief
I continue, in discreet disbelief
Now you dwell here no more
But within the realm of saccharine amor
Deep in the ethereal sky
Your soul shall forever lie
Profoundly you touched me
Esoterically you loved me
I was a fool to let you leave
I, so naïve, shall now incessantly grieve
For the agony you once felt
I found a new holding as I knelt
I prayed - and craved to know
The tumult of your spirit - hollow
I find myself in an intolerable hell
I rise and fall in accordance with evil's bell
Drained is my strength,
My will no longer has any length
Sobbing, I fall to the floor in complete torment
Drowning in self-pity, I call myself Malcontent
Indeed, you are too great a loss
For the world to simply exhaust
The night your life gave way to death
And you exhaled your single last breath
Was the night the stars shone most bright
Their translunary ambiance is forever my only light
Vulture's Wing
No, no! I will not be taken under your wing.
It is one of a vulture!
Black and Evil! Return to the skies
From whence you came.
Circling o'er head with your minions -
It is your Death Orb!
Preying on all
Who dare to stand still
You aren't going to
Get me!
I move incessantly,
For I am that I am -
Now let me be!
God’s Table
At God’s table sit angels of ours;
In a vase near the middle are pretty flowers
Plucked from the rich, ripe dirt
Of Heaven, for her on our Earth
Flowers aren’t quite so pretty:
In Heaven, petals couldn’t brighter be!
With our angels sits our God,
Watching over the paths we’ve trod.
And in between what’s true and you
Our angels get a clearer view
Of the crumbling façade of Heaven.
When these walls fall, Heaven is fallen.
At God’s table, we see an empty seat,
And while the Sweet Jesus washes feet,
The chair is empty, His saints are weak;
Heaven’s sky looks gray and bleak.
As the ceilings come crashing down,
It’s in the rain that our angels drown.
Why is Heaven caving in now
At dinner-time? I don’t know how;
What is all this going on?
The table’s broken, our angels gone
Heaven’s falling—here comes the dawn!
We don’t know what is all this going on.
Sun shines through the fallen walls;
We hear our angels’ “Jesus: calls;
We see our God sitting on His throne;
His broken table creaks and moans,
Flowers crushed in a broken vase.
God won’t move to save this place.
As we drown in the crying rain,
God still sees with his eyes no pain.
He sits motionless in his chair,
With our Sweet Jesus just standing there.
Shining on God is our glinting dawn,
And we don’t know what is all this going on.
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