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May 2019
Oh, take me back
to impetuous days,
When I knew how to speak,
and how I should behave
The flowers were fresh,
and the sky smelled so clean
The Earth was alive
as our feet trod the green

Then the sky split asunder,
and the plagues hurtled down
More deafening than thunder
was the clamorous sound
In the blink of an eye,
day had turned into night
And the moon turned blood red,
'twas the devil's delight

Faint for a moment,
then vision returned,
An angel stood by,
asked the lessons I'd learned
I told him of life, love,
and pictures on clay
He held up a scale,
showed my soul didn't weigh

I dropped to my knees,
crushed by guilt and by shame
And fell through the Earth,
towards perpetual flame
I screamed for salvation,
though it was too late
Mere mortals can't flee
from the presence of Fate

Enshrouded by darkness
with no ground below,
weightless,  yet falling
towards God only knows
The air reeks of sulfur,
and the smoke burns the eyes
The ****** fill the air
with their pitiful cries

Panic swept through me,
then gave way to dread
As I witnessed the ranks
of the tormented dead
The truth finally hit me
as they fastened my chains
Eternal damnation
had another soul claimed

Oh take me back
to more innocent days
When the Fey walked the Earth
and magicians amazed
The trees whispered softly,
and the streams babbled on
The rays of the Sun
warm the wind's mournful song
Written by
Keith Thompson
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