A constant snare drum of memories
Reverberating off of and distorted by
The inside of my head
With a raspy, haunting narration
Constantly telling me
"You could have done better" and
"You shouldn't have let that happen"
Knowing full well that
None of it is my fault

My life is what tells me that there's
("No hell below us
Above us only sky")
I've seen hell
I've been in the arms of heaven
But my life is proof that neither place
Exi[s]ts after death

[Hu]rt and harmony
[T]hresholds of heaven and hell
[Up]on heaven's brow
All within a moment of silent heaven
These are the moments I live for

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