Heaven and Hell

June 29, 2015

Heaven & Hell

While I see you sitting on your stole with a sewed up heart in Hell.

I'm in Heaven with a broken heart.

See what you did.

Now I'm broken.

No wings to fly.

No soul that will ssurvive.

See what you made.

What you created.

What you destroyed.

Heaven and Hell

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