i dream of the light
of the fire of my passion.
i see the RECRUITER
of who's CONTRACT is promised
my sweet reward to bathe
in the light.
i arrive in a Purgatory
a CAMP of concentric sloth
and pure energy.
and when i play of my will
they laugh, and point insultations
at the light.
out of purging, and into hell.
not of the soul, but of the mind.
laughing and jeering, my cellmates are
to my cries for the
savior from this and
to go to the light.
i ask the world a question,
and in the sea of anger and despair
calls the soothing voice of
shared views, and my
DEEP THROAT helps me to gain allies
to one day be with the light.
in my FUTURE.