#149

Ended Slavery

Clamped in hell, twisted by thoughts and wicked

words. How could she know that she is the fool?

True loves splendor passed over for want of shit.

 

Flush the toilet let it be done. lament not the loss

of shit.  Or roll over and die for the excremental

purge.  I must not care anymore. Oh, but I do.

 

Fear filled nothingness resonates around her

Lies lies and more lies, how could she know

the path two heaven has been five miles away

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