We walked out through the gates of hell, hand in hand
Steadily treading along a progressively narrow path
Ready to tackle any demon begging to drag us back
But the fires of hell were strong and tempting
Releasing an aroma of sweet pursuit...
The escape was not planned well, the execution faulty
For within minutes after our deep breaths of fresh pure air
Something tugged at the hem of our pant legs
We each looked down, only to find an image of the other
Carrying the face of loneliness and rejection upon it
Of course, the difficulty in simply walking away is immeasurable
But not impossible
A blink of an eye later, we were back in the flames
Happily watching the other play with fire
Blinded to the boiling scorch marks covering our bodies
Singing along to tunes, that on any other day, we'd despise
The smoke has started to affect our hearts and mind
Leading us off the path of righteousness into the thickets of pain
And ultimately, death
Miraculously, we each have a fan in our pockets, a cross on our wrists
and a conscience to tell us where to go from here
It is imperative to return to the forgotten way
The way of children and babes who have not yet lost their souls
And it starts with a simple step...
Away from each other.
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