What used to be Hell for me
is now my garden paradise:
"No one knows what I'm thinking"

Of coarse there were exceptions to Hades
but all in all
it's all the same
especially when I thought or think:
"No one knows what happened"

Herein I need no preparation
it would just broadcast any degree
or type of elation
even like manic depression

I found my secret place
and was visited with a revelation:
my flesh is angelic
as a covering
like now is the time of the resurrection