who needs heaven?

Heaven Shunned
Slender beams of moonlight enter Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always in pain, always cold,
frozen here,
waiting.
Robed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.
Terror on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring mortality.

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