Ma Chandelle Est Morte Poem by Ramona Thompson

Ma chandelle est morte
My candle is out
My life is over
But alas, my friends mourn me not
For truely now I have gone to a much better place for me to be
A cruel, heartless place
Where devils dance and fire burns eternal
A place where it is always night and it is always cruel
Just as I always dreamed
My twisted verison of paradise would be
No God and I am glad
For we all know and know well I think
I never believed in nor would have obeyed one anyway
And so in closing this prose
Let me say, my friends
One last thing to you before I go
One last request I really must ask of you
And that is this
Short, simple and plain
As soul's embers melt away into a wicked everlasting pain
A grimace and a grin on my face
Both at the same face
Leaves me only this to say and nothing more ever after
HELP!
Get me out of here!
Oh God, please, please!
I believe!
I believe!
Lord please, I beg og you to have mercy and tell me
Tell me it is not too late to believe

2009 Ramona Thompson