Wednesday, November 18, 2015

awake again by a foggy shore

yet again the monochrome sky of rain

once again pondering things of which

I thought I had a half a chance to amend

no no no my friends

God has the last word on everything

so nothing is forgiven until that maniac's

spiked cock shreds your asshole in judgment

again awake in the silver morning of weariness

and a plaster wall sits on my lungs

and prohibits me from jumping up and down

in praise of God's horrible regime

awake again and wondering how much more

I must endure before I can transcend myself and rise from this terror

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