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Heaven

I resent Heaven
It offends me with its promise
of later
I'm angered by the disease of it
how it infects the mind
with delusions of the future

Forstalling action
Compassion deferred
Passions repressed
	by the dark angel Hope

I will tear me a hole in space
and nock my bow with the arrow of time
I will make such a wound as can never be dammed
And dipping my hands
in eternity's blood
I will paint all the walls
of now now now