The Path to Paradise Spins Upon a Sacrosanct Turntable

In the techno afterlife
You watch ghosts of BPMs wail down the street from a neon tree strung with incandescent wishes
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
You clench your jaw and you lick your lips as you say it's just the same
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
You jump with infinite madness at it all for the next million years but there is no one there
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
Lasers and smoke fill the opioid emptiness with options and opinions and well-lotioned gargoyles
You have no idea what the other side is

The Path to Paradise Spins Upon a Sacrosanct Turntable

2 thoughts on “The Path to Paradise Spins Upon a Sacrosanct Turntable

Sock it to me

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