fools folly

haste the day my breath will wash away under the waters of my intentions already dead is my soul salvation is for the lighthearted for those that have not experienced everything at all theres no hope for the reprobate tis fools folly to think that love is enough to hold heaven at some vast in time your only comfort is in the prayers for my speedy demise for body to catch up with spirit for these decaying eyes to close and open no more with disaster looming in todays headlines my only wish is that you were with me to hold me as I pass from one hell to the next that your face would be branded in my mental memory of this fateful extrication © 2009 joshua deathdealer

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