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Hell Bent
Running out of time to act,
flashes in the mind.
Running out of everything,
too late to hit rewind.
Wake and take a hammer to it,
crush it to the bone.
Pulverize what’s left of it,
make sure all life is gone.
Disregard the letters
in the alphabet arranged,
set to spell the answers out
cuz no one wants the plain.
Go on, drink the poison down.
Taste it coat the tongue.
Pleasure covered minutes
laced to form the web now spun.
Make sure every fool who falls
who couldn’t gain control,
stays trapped forever contemplating…
what the demon stole.
Copyright ©
Jeff Bresee
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