Road to Hell

The numbness...
The banging...
The painful dying,
the trips on a river of souls
to meet old friends
and death's warm glow...
An end in time,
A diamond cut wrong,
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in a perfect song,
Circular rivers run
unknowingly around,
Draining slowly
in the burning ground,
Skulls rattle as wheels to a cart,
Drawn by a beast imagined from art,
She growls in the mist,
And places a gentle kiss,
Acidic lips,
Bones prized above others,
Taken by smugglers,
Down this tormented road,
Furnished by purple fleshed toads,
Limbs stolen, now forgotten,
Left to rot in what is sodden,
A blessed release of deaths destruction,
The torment of unrealised angelic abduction.