Saturday, 8 August 2015

Into the Heavens

He feels her,
He touches her,
In daunting dreams at night.
She is beaten, burnt and abused
By the tornado of misdemeanour's.

She weeps,
She whimpers,
When he pulls her into a blanket.
He does all drama of sin and disgrace
And leaves her without any trace.

Not to mourn
As he warned
Afraid of that perverted predator
She tangles the rope of pain
And steps into the new world called Heaven.

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