Poetry Vol. III

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Paradise’s illusions

From the swamp of paradise’s illusions I drowned never to see a solution Glassy tears shatter against the devils hand While he sang Blood drained slowly from my torso As they watch this horror show Come reaper gather up your souls We shall do as we are told With the flag of blame We come with storms of shame Pieces of glass piercing through my bloody vanes Sweet devil bathe your body in my remains Dirty swamp of paradise I drowned away into your lies Crucified by my own belief I seek your swamp of sweet grief


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