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Another Go Around
The lasting word rest on thy reality’s tongue
Isn’t It the hateful word that rests In us
That gives the meaning to it all and all.
I don’t want to be this way any longer.
Let me sink into to that black sand.
Give away me and mine for your time.
Can It be ?
Me looking through you into the winds.
I think not !
Could you hold me just for a while
Your words are short and falling.
Ill cut myself till ever lasting death swallows the pretty.
I give into thee giving tree!
Dear beautiful hateful god .. Die.
And end thy board game of fright!