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The garden of fire…
Burning so very bright…

Trees are all ablaze…
So close to midnight…

Searching for something…
Within those flames…

Where demons dance…
And confusion reigns…

Following the feelings…
Wherever they may lead…

Tinged with a curiosity…
Driven by an urgent need…

To find some inner peace…
A tiny speck of clarity…

In the midst of the chaos…
Under a spell of insanity…

That can never be broken…
And won’t seem to abate…

Always full steam ahead…
Like a train that won’t wait…

Or provide any respite…
Nor give time to think…

As in the heat of this battle…
Broken black hearts sink…

And retreat into shadows…
Down Hell’s dimly lit paths…

Where people talk in circles…
As time silps through the hourglass…

Where all the rules get broken…
And the sinners live in fear…

Every minute of their lives…
And every passing year…

Never loving anything…
Living without any hope…

In a garden of pure temptation…
They walk a thin tightrope…

Praying they don’t fall…
Desperate they don’t fail…

And the demons of darkness…
Will not always fucking prevail…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones