It's never the same thing
released due to negativity
on the tile floor, slithering
bleeding like an abscess
puking like a virgin nun
it's come to this, and finally
a day of past judgement
dealing the spades out numbers
relinquishing death, but only of the lost and despaired
so soon does the sky pull over it's cloak of night
as darkness descends
the guilty try to find there end....
All truest, non-existent, defiler
and savant
make your ammends to no God
confess and admit, except Andrew I agree
stifled by the regret, as it seeps from the wounds that litter and pepper my skin
the situation is necessary
but not necessarily ecsessive
born and cultivated, recycled and redeemed we all never achieve our dream.
©
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