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Suffer and Weary

I can see you through your hell. Heaven doth mock you until you spill. Just like old friends, Hand in hand, We bled. Tame the shrew, Untouched by filth And rob her as she shrills. All the while, I’m spiraling A disease that makes everything unwell, Smiling through the kinks, You undyingly dwell. What’s an angel to do When no one can love you? Why does it have to be this way? Clouds pass thee hence, Dark neighboring expense; Why are you this way? Master you will... Pay me through your blood lead dense. Does it weigh you down today? You’ll find a perfect place to go Where you can die. Ash torn ember will be your grave. Judgment hath remembered how far you’ve gone, A distance, Unwarily unsought, Somberly carried; It’s with one last message I leave you…. Suffer and weary. .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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