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Sunday, July 5, 2009

Killing Pain

With a bottle of wine,

packet of pillsand bucket of tears,
in a dark room - full of demons
haunting my soul,
my pain i will attempt to kill.
In case it should refuse to die,
if my soul should scream in outrage and cry
I shall give it back to God,
to cast it dawn in hell for thousand years
to burn in flames of fire until it has no more desire,
until it learns to let go,
understands that for some of us
life is just so

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