Staying clean for a dead girl
This worldly voyage
Through temptation's domain
Has proven motion is as hurtful
As it is absurd
Zeno walked gladly to grave
And obsessed through impossible days
Hell is no post-mortem sentence
That burns your eternal essence
It's in every stark step and breath
Hell is between here and death
And in the face of impending behemoths
I am shielded by paper-thin virtue
I am revived by deposited sin
I am reborn as anguish begins
Calmed by a plethora
Of misquotes
And comforting, proverbial superlatives
Though who am I?
Who am I?
To deny your survival?
Or the tenets upon which it rests?
Ursula
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