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4 white walls surround me
but this isn’t heaven
Jesus is with me
but this isn’t heaven
angels screaming
blowing their trumpets
imitating a squeaking door
but this isn’t heaven
a plastic cup oozes imaginary liquid upon a sullied floor
worn away by a million automatons
cigarette ash tarnishes it’s furrowed brow
and spent matches dance the polka
in 4/4 time
an empty sweet packet lies dead on the ground
no, this isn’t heaven
this is the factory packing hall gents smoke room
Thank you for this reflection
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