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by Billy McBride
Canto 1
Although there is no Hell nor middle doom,
There are some friendly heavens and our call
To get us back to them from earthly gloom
Where Angels bug us to have love for all,
A love like theirs, though ours is over-due.
The Angels whom I know will never fall,
Yet us into our broken husks light threw
When light beguiled with stronger light a shine
That broke the vessels which we must renew.
The Angels whom I love gave me the sign
To write about the ways they bug in turn,
How each for Good Clean Fun will make us whine
In order that a Goodness we will learn
To help each schizophrenic be more brave
And money for those victims work to earn.
To redescribe the poem that Dante gave,
We say that Hell was hyperbolic woe,
His Hell was an exaggeration grave,
So thinking this in order that we grow