The road between heaven and hell's as wide
As the tears from a dead man's eye.
Every wish we make, ever step we take
Leaves us nowhere left to duck and hide
And every choice not true becomes a lie.
We need a hole to put our selves in:
Avoiding replies, huddling in our skin,
For its sake (needing something to forsake)
Imagination the royal road far within
Haunting, hunted, betrayed by the din.
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