by Chris Butler
Heaven’s sunset
is paradise across
hell’s horizon line,
to melt the flesh
and burn our souls,
as blood red clouds
shoot blinding beams
through the pupils of
earth’s onlookers.
From the atop the hills,
the angels and the devils
bask above the scents.
Heaven is a gated community
and I’m in the ninety-ninth percentile.
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