I went to a place I never want to see again.
I walked into a room where darkness was my only friend.
I felt the cold, like it was stealing life from my skin.
But worst of all I couldn’t see a visible end.

I noticed the smell of burning fire.
I thought I felt the touch of a trembling hand.
Thought I heard talk of sin and the guilty and unworthy.
I thought I heard whispers of dividing and classifying men.

I heard an infant breath to a limited height.
I heard the cheering of men before a fight.
I wondered if they too were as lost as I.
I heard the last crash of the tide and then I heard God cry.

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