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"Transubstantiation"



like the smell of burning hair

i remember, bittersweet,

the painful trip that brought me here

to a place with no retreat

i can still feel the agony

that grips my heart and soul

of the fall that involved me

downward spiral through the hole

blurred was my vision of the trip

eternity stretched and skewed the hurt

i only wished for gravity to rip

my remains to pieces and disperse

now here i lay, battered and bashed

left alone with no one to help

i cry a thousand tears of self-pity

a fallen angel, alone, in mortal hell...