Salt On the Wound
Like salt
Once stab
It Burns
Too bad
It hurts
To know
The place
Quite mad
No cut
Makes worse
Or course
More terse
Then knowing
All terrible
Deeds
Traversed
Is pie
In the sky
All relevant
Verse
Is getting there
Be
Salvation
Or terse
Should I now
Hold thought
To difficult
Way
Do I spread
Newspaper
In pious
Each way
Do I fold
Like a flag
The news
Of each day
Is it history
Calls me
Or event
Of the Day
Is the wound
Getting worse
And how much
Do we pay?
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