My eyes took a weak glimpse out of all of the scattered glassworks
that has injured my tear glands
it was the thousandth time I've come across the climbing dusk
of a breathtaking scenery
the thought of it scraped away what's left of my sorrow
as i left the dark tunnel that led to a lingering light
it was an approaching relief
the place they said was prepared for us
was there all along,
outspread before our toes
that place is where i couldn't think of laying my strongest faith elsewhere
as i believe in heaven more than hell.
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