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When the ****** lost souls are voided
into the abyss of hell
I hope to have avoided
that last death-knell.
The blood of Christ assures me
that such can be admitted.
I pray it sanctifies me –
desires permitted.
They preach of joy unending
of sheer expanding praise,
but the unseen evidence lingers:
my carnal ways:
I flash on astral hotties
(the flames that life denied)
among celestial bodies
beyond the great divide.
I muse on raptured virgins;
Christ’s parables made flesh
and my unspoken longings
unveiled and fresh.
I long to know profoundly
the promised stellar faces –
or sleep so deep, so soundly
no dreams leave traces.
My hopes for that dimension
alloyed with base designs
grow vague. Incomprehension
misreads the signs.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
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When the ****** lost souls are voided
into the abyss of hell
I hope to have avoided
that last death-knell.
The blood of Christ assures me
that such can be admitted.
I pray it sanctifies me –
desires permitted.
They preach of joy unending
of sheer expanding praise,
but the unseen evidence lingers:
my carnal ways:
I flash on astral hotties
(the flames that life denied)
among celestial bodies
beyond the great divide.
I muse on raptured virgins;
Christ’s parables made flesh
and my unspoken longings
unveiled and fresh.
I long to know profoundly
the promised stellar faces –
or sleep so deep, so soundly
no dreams leave traces.
My hopes for that dimension
alloyed with base designs
grow vague. Incomprehension
misreads the signs.
Version w/signage:
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2014/04/27/heaven/
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