i won’t be dragged
past the pearly gates—
i’ll leave of my own volition.
with these heavenly rules
stifling my breath,
i must say,
it seems a wise decision.
amidst the flames
and the curling smoke,
i shall rise anew—
after all,
a fall from heaven,
a descent to hell,
is a baptism, too.
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