Heaven is
Always dusk
In the old town
Of some run down
Antediluvian aberration
Of one of these large storied cities.
Every bar is playing punk rock
And doom,
Every angle is leering
And
Threatening through the facade
Of brick and crawling moss.
Demons and other denizens
Of the dark prowl around
In the perpetual light
Of a malevolent moon,
Malformed monstrosities
Creeping the silence
Back lit with contrasting light.
Drugs
Abound.
Trust ceases to
Exist as we learn
To fear the dark.
supposedly there are instruments of destruction that were created for no other reason than to make us fear…amazing grace was grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fears relieved I am not a christian because I don’t think they understand the very words they read… just food for thought and p.s a utopian society would fail great write ❤️