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Opium smoke drifts towards my ceiling
Hiding the pale blue light
I search for the truth but clouds are deceiving
Cloaking the Angel's flight.

As the sweet scent fills my mind and clouds my eyes
The moon whispers sweetly, oh how sweetly,
The Riddles of Life and Time.

      This is where Heaven and Hell collide.
 
Oh this is our After Life.
True, no flames lick my skin
Nor do my wings take flight
It's so simply "Just Life".

This Earth is pain and tear
It is love and it is fear
Where the haunted ones are ever cursed to live
And watch as the joys of the righteous leave them cursed and broken
This...

This is it.

Where "Heaven" and "Hell" are One.
Our true lives have been lived
Our sins are done.

And no,
No flames or wings you'll find
Just the forever dying.





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