People say
Life on earth is heaven.
Take your time
And enjoy the ride.
There may never be an afterlife
So take what you know you can have.
And what do I say
In reply.
If this is heaven what the hell is hell
What's the difference, I really cant tell.
The devil might as well be on my shoulder.
Because life isnt getting any colder.
My mind is made of gasoline
God holds all the matches.
He likes to strike them
And play a game.
"Do you think you can survive the flame"
So I try and try
To catch the match.
Before my mind
Turns ablaze.
But one day of our routine
God lights more than one.
Hysterical broken laughter
Falls from my throat.
The devil is no longer on my shoulder
But he is my friend.
When you're pushed too far
You take what you can get.
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My Poetry
PoetryA lot of my friends write poetry to rant and release feelings. Imma try
