Ghostless spirits fast convening
Faces full of fearsome meaning
Fallen angels, minions of the One
Assembled is the shoreline throng
They’re moaning an unearthly song
In penance for the wrongs that they have done
And I, among them, poked and prodded
By the grinning ghouls applauded
The lake of fire is hotter than the Sun
On weakening knees we mouth our pleas
Our souls absorb a dark disease
The inner onslaught makes us want to run
And now, there is but no escape
They’re closing in, our Selves to rape
“The Fire, or by your necks be hung!”
Aremyfeetofftheground 
8 responses to “Wake me up. Wake me up!”
Sounds like my old job! Great writing, Lee.
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Okay, Lee, now my skin is crawling LOL awesome job! Happy New Year to you and yours!
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Oh dark and creepy I like it! Especially how you finished it!
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Nothing worse in my book than being by grinning ghouls applauded 🙂
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Wow! Dark, deep, and if this is what purgatory resembles, I don’t want to be anywhere near there. Great writing. 🙂
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Thanks, Becky. Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year to you & your’s dear. 🙂
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