no amount of praying sways the pendulum forth and back— black
as dark as night, god will have none of that always a crises always
somebody to save from themselves and the bogeyman— I am
severe in judgement lack of empathy— what do I not understand
how the light dimmed one grey November day that praised ineptitude and sin
I threw the first stone cast in hell as it is in heaven my twin nemesis fight
to bitter ends— warring for souls lost like mine from now to eternity
death laughs at our tears of remorse and I am that guy— the man who cries
all— doomed
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