4. [epilogue]
4 | Diaries Of The Seawalls
Epilogue
Blue light striking greens and lush charming hers all around the mountains.
Synthetic smiles over the triumphant relief of misery.
I've got nothing to say no more.
I'm lost in the Abby, preaching summertime and garden gnomes all-round the same fine plasters.
I'm lost.
The painted seawall, backgrounds of which photographed one by one.
I've lost.
Chalkboard skins and memories, from afar within.
Souls of the wicked entering heaven as they seem.
Souls of the good entering synergy and euphoria.
Grating teeth, grabbing gravels and throwing them at Liam.
Rainbow cherry coated dreams for the hundredth one of the victims, their roses bloomed blood red and not the way they wanted.
Kin patches of soils and sand.
I know where everything starts as I'm standing upon it.
Falling and reaching, calling and feeling.
The love song moments of metalhead grins.
Enchanting epiphanies as the angels touching grounds.
Agony and pain all leftovers of what once tangible and home pills.
I'm here.
I will be here.
I'm here.
And I will be.
At the seawalls where I grew up.
Something is different about it now.
I've been seeing white all over the place.
With voices of thousands calling my name.
" Finally, take him now into the room "
Somethings different now.
The spot where I used to sit is different.
It was filled with bright lights.
Metal chains and cuffs.
There we're connected to something.
In this white room.
There's something I heard here.
Shouts?, Pain?
" William Ret, what's your final words? "
Final words?
What final words?
What is happening?
" Mr. Ret? "
Their voice drowning out.
What?
Words?
" Liam, Seawalls, Rebecca, don't you remember it? "
Liam?
Seawalls?
Rebecca?
The shaking grounds as electricity explored my veins.
It burns.
It hurts.
Him. Her. The town. The rusty gates. The mullets and bullets. Gunshots. Cocaine dreams in heroin seas
Kill.
Kill.
KILL
Graces of hell calling me," I'm home ".
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