Back unto this blissful state
I relocate my time
Iron clad, the fool-proof figures
Marching, in a line

This red-heaven, soaked in white
And diamond-coated tears
Awaiting my denial
Jury-bound venire

A quiet place of sanities
For seldom laced with sane
We mingle round this table
Absorbed into champagne

Where bliss is unattainable
We leave with no return
In time, our questions answered
Haven hath not such concern

And the judge withdraws his mallet
As I kiss along the chair
Lamenting secrets I must keep
Absorbing perfect air

Where we bask creating angels...
Glass crimson-painted snow
Where impossible controls my mind
Red-heaven makes it so

Purgatory, welcome me
For bliss retains my life
Red-Heaven-bound... This journey
My never-ending high
 
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