Barrowed Flashback From The Devil
Good days are here.
Gaps of what has happened fills us with more fear.
If only to vanish some we'd hope just disappear.
Silence is almost impossible when people want to hear.
Erasing the past knowing the good is near.
Like the screen looked through at a visiting jail the devil was noticed.
Far from rational not even focused.
Proximity bombs had been set the whole duration.
Stunned in the sand hot and cold some did mention.
When that ghost visits the mist burned only for a short time.
Only vocal of lies.
Proof that evil never dies.
Most if not all has been erased.
Why waste sanity trying to find out if memories are traced.
In reasoned choice a return remains forever impossible.
Heaven only calls for the pure walking you'll disappear anyway not visible.