Words like Swords.

Words like Swords.

A Poem by SELF

Some clowns teach that heaven is above our heads
and that we must die to reach it,
but I say heaven is what you make it
and hell is what you go through to find it.
It was never somewhere above our heads
but here on Earth where we are living.
It is within us
underneath the mud of our own wickedness
beneath the veil of our carnal selves.

© 2025 SELF


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