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Til' Death Shall Come For Me

One of these days, 
 Rather soon I hope, 
 My heart shall come to a stop.
 And on that ominous day,
 I pray to god that you realize,
 The suffering of which I have endured.
 I hope that you all see,
 The pain that you have caused,
 And the heavy burden of your glare following me.

Though at this point,
 I doubt my relief will come soon,
 For I have been waiting rather long.
 Instead I sit here quietly,
 My head bowed and hands folded,
 With tears dripping from my eyes.
 I will wait here a bit more,
 But I can not wait alone,
 So I will have a chat with my razor.

-ARI

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  1. Date: 3/16/2013 7:45:00 PM

    You write too well for this to be anything but creative effort rising from deep inside. Razors make very poor conversationalists. Love ya...... Jake