walt martin - The Tree with Roots in Hell

There is a place,
in timeless space,
where the dead do reign -
held captive by ethereal chain.

I know this place,
in timeless space,
and its tree for hanging of centuries past;
with earth held spirits long held fast.

Hope perches and flits to flight,
limb to limb throughout the night.
Hate flows as mist... vaporous evil snake;
Step back in haste, least it's bonds to break!

Dreams... Shattered remnants illuminate bright,
Floating spheres drift, eyes with empty sight;
Love moans lost, teathered to unseen steak -
Never to give nor ever to take.

From 1653 to 1811,
souls seek release to heaven.
Others damned, content to persist,
in deepest denial, perditions flames to resist.

I've seen this place,
in my time and space.
Today and tomorrow, those to stay -
trapped in time, 'til judgment day.

walt martin

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