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Blue skies

Filled my eyes with wonder and demise

Because of the wind’s surprise

That cold is winter’s wise

And hot is fall’s goodbyes

That sometimes heaven’s eyes

Are mad at hell as happiness dies

 

I often look down when I walk

As my shadows on grass do stalk

And those few times I look up

Out finally slips a ‘what’s up?’

Even if I just talk to myself

Or to those lonely that need my help

Fate is to tell people of universal love

That otherwise could only come from transcendentalism above

Playing God isn’t good

Because the player sometimes catches the devil’s mood

And slowly your personal gates to heaven close

And friends betray friends and foes happily gain foes

Hands let go of hands and dreams give way to nightmares

And heavy smiles soon turn to ghastly stares

So what’s your hell, where does the bad belong?

When is good right and when is bad wrong?

DRAFT: This module has unpublished changes.