He calls it “Summer Land”
Where we go to reflect and rest
Where our favorite teachers come to teach us again
Where the things we loved once
We get to do again
I imagine the entrace is something like the last shot
in “The Gladiator” so brightly lit
his hands graze over the grass
as he enters the heavy once bolted door
There are activities and plays inside
We get to see the ones we love
once again
Through this graceless ravaging tempest
You seek to forsake this pitiful flesh
As you attempt a hopeless and doomed extrication
It clings to you with gladiator determination
You remain grotesquely animated
Choiceless, as your pain throbs unabated
Decaying within a merciless incarceration
Demonic phantoms do a deathly dance in your mind
Creating these hideous nightmares for you to find
On the despairingly glorious doorstep of hate
A gate guarantees elusively infinite escape
Bloodless corpses swirl through the mist
Promising a torture more fulfilling than this
Entranced, you eagerly stumble towards the howling wraiths
There is no hope in hell
No comfort when you fell
But purgatory is […]
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