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Pergatorian
A hell
A place where the kneeling congregation dwells.
Concieved by the masses in a glass shell.
We asked the priest for forgiveness but he couldnt tell.
A heaven
I passed through the abyss on the day after seven.
I baptised my soul in the deepest depth where the light is kept in.
My savior was hiding right where i left him.
A place where the kneeling congregation dwells.
Concieved by the masses in a glass shell.
We asked the priest for forgiveness but he couldnt tell.
A heaven
I passed through the abyss on the day after seven.
I baptised my soul in the deepest depth where the light is kept in.
My savior was hiding right where i left him.
Published 8th Jan 2016
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Anonymous
8th Jan 2016 10:03pm
I'm both amused & intrigued by this piece. . .~Devlin.
9th Jan 2016 2:06am
