My life flashes before my eyes;
I now have no passage of time
Its a sign;
I'm swimming against
a mighty current of lost souls
Threatening to drown me in the tide
A downpour to compliment this storm;
Daggers falling from the sky and the stars align
With a rush of the most brilliant white
Resembling something like that of a dream;
the likes of which no mortal eye has seen
One thousand invisible hands
usher me toward the zenith
While the choirs of angels sing
A brief gleam captures my focus,
as the pearlescent gates swing open
And without a word,
my kingdom come beckons me forward
I pace these streets paved with gold
my exhilaration is elevated elevenfold
With Hades snare no longer taking hold
my wings unfurl as I soar into the air
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
My life flashes before my eyes;
I now have no passage of time
Its a sign;
I'm swimming against
a mighty current of lost souls
Threatening to drown me in the tide
A downpour to compliment this storm;
Daggers falling from the sky and the stars align
With a rush of the most brilliant white
Resembling something like that of a dream;
the likes of which no mortal eye has seen
One thousand invisible hands
usher me toward the zenith
While the choirs of angels sing
A brief gleam captures my focus,
as the pearlescent gates swing open
And without a word,
my kingdom come beckons me forward
I pace these streets paved with gold
my exhilaration is elevated elevenfold
With Hades snare no longer taking hold
my wings unfurl as I soar into the air
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