I fantasize about the moment
when your high spirits are drowned
when I take all the self-esteem
you own and throw it
to a pack of self-absorbed
starving wolves
I don’t ask the angels much
all I ask
is that they hang your
narcissistic presence on a tree
to let it rot and seep down
underground
where flames travel
around and around
AllthingsUncanny 
WHOA – I LOVE this
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I wonder who’s “I”.
I know I shouldn’t have delved this deep, but…I loved the irony. The passion in this is like hot flame…Yknow what I mean…while in hell,
“I know my soul’s freezing, hell is hot for a good reason.”
The poem is basically saying you’re immune to hell…perhaps you’re the creator of that particular hell.
I know, you’re probably confused. Just ignore this 😂
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I am not the creator though I wish I was. I am neither immune to hell. The higher power is the only one that can send individuals to hell. Thats why I seek the assistance of the Angels.
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Huh. I meant hell in the figurative sense. Like your own nightmare, yknow?
Interesting, though.
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oh! okay. Yes, I like that approach as well. 🙂
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I loved reading this! So much passion behind it.
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Thank You for reading. 🙂
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