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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