Paradise

The story of a person I'm paradise...with a twist

Paradise

I pluck the strings of the harp synchronously
The monotone colors of heaven washed over me
I thought back to the days when I lived
The vivid colors of the meadow brought back memories
But now I was in paradise
I had followed the rules and I was rewarded
I ate luxuriously everyday
I heard beautiful music come from every inch of my being
I walked barefoot on the soft edges of the clouds
I met eye to eye with angels and ate with god at the table
But I missed the suffering
I wanted to walk on glass
I wanted to fall and break bone
I wanted to feel anger and depression again
I forgot how to separate the good and bad
I couldn't enjoy paradise
But still I kept existing eternally
But to what cause?
To what purpose?
That was lost when I died
And so I pluck at the instrument everyday
Attempting to pierce the heavens
But I am drowned out by the voice of a merciless god
And so the cycle continues
Forever....and ever.....
Because this is paradise.....

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[SquinklaPsyOps]

It could have different interpretations, most persons don't write about paradise, the writer deserves a lot of credit for the subject.