A Sonnet to Heaven

From the first day I saw you

Your heart was red

And when I went to Church

You saw me dead

For when the teacher said

You always find your heart

Your kindness just tore me apart

Now I am far away

And with another friend

But whenever I think of you

It makes me wonder

I guess I’m just roasted in red

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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