The aura of euphoria

Has moved me to my death.

I smell the scent of heaven

As I draw each struggling breath.


So displaced, so distraught

The angels bound my arms.

They hold my soul for ransom,

Yet hinder me from harm.


Keeping me in vacuity,

Waiting for His words.

Such torment in expecting wrath

Euphoria gets so blurred.

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