At The Styx
As I ran
hurt my foot.
But I got
on the bus
and we drove
off. A huge
I never found
out who'd taken
the wrong light...
I was dead
and going thru
a dark tunnel.
An old guy
beside a boat
A vast silver
I could see
a Paradise island
down the river.
The waiting man
asked for a coin.
I don't have
one I told him.
He pointed to
a fiery cave.
I was horrified
but had a sudden
surge of hope.
I took off my shoe.
There on a silver disc
'In God We Trust.'
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