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I woke up on a plain, the sun had set forever.
My bed of dried daffodils was drowned in blood.
The air was full of dust, so hard to breathe
The ashes of dead gods, scattered by the wind.
But, as the sky cleared, I could look above.
The sun was caught in a window high.
With light enclosed behind the ever-so-white glass,
With worlds of heaven above the grates of hell.
I reached towards it, my hand shivered in cold,
I nearly grasped the bars, if only I could stand...
Cursed to kneel forever, never to stand up
Forever you'll see this scene, the hand reached out for heaven.
Only my mind shall dream, maybe Satan forgot
To take me this last joy, or this last torture maybe.
Forever make my soul writhe in dreams in black and white,
Try reach the sun caught in a window high above.