The frost was discontented with the sun. Knowing he melted the souls of the innocent. So god showed his wrath letting all who dare know. They should of been the souls of the ******. Then to die in agony with painful sounds to haunt my dreams. While I got brought back from the pitts of death. With intensive visions to taunt
my eyes showing no holy suprise. To dead to see the world in a surround sound of grieving family and friends to comfort my heart. As I awoke to see butterflies dancing in the sheen of sunrise. Then I  looked out my window to see a pale blue sky as I watched a lonely cloud. While hearing coughter and splatters through the night  As day time crazies. Who talk in there sleep again stir my comforts of a hospital bed. Then without luck I had co vid for a week leaving me weak and feeble. With sweltering temperatures bringing me shivering nights. As hospital wards burned co vid sheet.  The prisons hold so many fools. As they rack up another game of pool they all confess there innocence. As they have to abide by those goverment prisoner rules. As strangers  in uniforms hold there keys knowing one day there be free.