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Walking in America

Walking underwater from the waist-down

With a head full of quicksand

I'm among the few remaining souls

Left to burst and burn in this wasteland, purgatorial

As newspaper editorials camouflage me in a whirlwind

And the remains of everyone I've ever known and loved sting my eyeballs

What will be my grand undoing?

Talking to thineself

As I embark on a quest where free will is His divine's bile duct

Was all of this at His behest?

And all of the survivors now share a common theory:

Hell is outer space where nothing happens

Heaven is this dreary place- Heaven is chaos

I need some sea and sand and land to curl up and protect myself in

But even if I outstretch with no bullets flying at me

The bugs and weird fishes will probably kick me off their property