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Comfortable Journey

Into the dreams they take me
I fly and fly to hell
I am away, I am around.
The pain touches me not;
It strikes me every few moments
And these moments are delayed
By every passing hour.

To the seventh sky I fly
I meet the divine, I feel
I find my way to heaven
I find not the way back.

I fight, I run.
I roam around
While every bet is won.
When there is nothing for me
to stake on;
I lay still,
so comfortable.
The pain is nowhere
The limbs lay numb.

I wake into this world again
The pain strikes me again,
with enhanced strength,
And I begin craving for rave
I take it, and lay again,
Comfortable in,
My visitBeyond the seventh sky...
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