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| A Vision Paradise! Is here! I�m almost there, it�s near! Atop this hill I stand and see, all that�s going round me. The grass below is neat, and I breathe an air that�s thick and sweet. An echo of music drifts thru the sky, all sorts of lovely things seem to pass me by. A smile alights my happy face� such beauties abound in this lovely place. Leisure, freedom and rest� worries and toils here do not crest. |
| Then a strong urge boils up inside; I want to runaway and hide. I�m alarmed and frightened But from where has this fear awakened? Wait! What�s that? It must be an image� My heart grows dreary and somewhat savage. As I look down a dark, dank, miserable pit. Only seen now that in weakness I sit. Hesitantly, I look behind me, And I am terrified by all I see. Below the grass dead restless bodies lie in torment; above the ground I hold back a cry. The echo I heard is not of sweet dreams, But of pain and torture; its horrible screams! The air is filled with the stench of the dead, Bodies decay but souls struggle in dread. Here all sin that once brought worldly pleasure Brings agony, despair beyond any measure. Each soul shall pay an eternity of dues For every kindness and warning they abused. I wake up in a cold sweat� Turn on the light...I�ll never forget The dream that I dreamt; that horrible view Of what with my actions I may choose. Beauty, peace, joy and wonderful favor Or hate, agony and pain like none greater. Such horror and evil and disgusting despair. Justice is ugly, forever, certain and yet somehow fair. Marina Joann Hammond Copyright� Marina Joann Hammond 2003 (Completed November 18, 2003) |
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