Ascension
The heat melts my ambitionI am left with thoughts of Hell
Where they all await my admission
Dust and sand tears at my eyes
It blurs my vision so I cannot tell
Whether today or not I shall meet my demise
Without shame, I wail and I cry
Bloods marks the spot where I fell
Without doubt, it is my turn to die
The angels all crown me and sing
Their Heavenly chorus joined by trumpet and bell
I hear two tolls, with each I sprout a wing
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-05-26 at 00:38
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