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My Conscience takes all my mistakes    And hurls them in my face So I relive each negative    And demeaning disgrace With clarity, severity,    And overwhelming shame. Day after day It does convey    Just who I have to blame. I find no peace, my mind wont cease,    I’m constantly harassed; My mind wallows within the throes    Of dredging up my past So for support I find comfort    In Spirits so divine And I believe in Their reprieve-    As warmth and bliss combine. These Single Malts drown all my faults    I count them one by one Watching each pass through a raised glass    My Aspersorium- But mine contains Heavenly Flames    Which sear into my soul I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze    Which makes me lose control. It does submerge the morbid urge    To find a swift release And be content with permanent    And everlasting peace. But my meekness is a weakness-    A flaw which guarantees A gilded hell where I can dwell    Toasting bad memories. Yvonne Denise Springer Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
A Gilded Hell
My Conscience takes all my mistakes    And hurls them in my face So I relive each negative    And demeaning disgrace With clarity, severity,    And overwhelming shame. Day after day It does convey    Just who I have to blame. I find no peace, my mind wont cease,    I’m constantly harassed; My mind wallows within the throes    Of dredging up my past So for support I find comfort    In Spirits so divine And I believe in Their reprieve-    As warmth and bliss combine. These Single Malts drown all my faults    I count them one by one Watching each pass through a raised glass    My Aspersorium- But mine contains Heavenly Flames    Which sear into my soul I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze    Which makes me lose control. It does submerge the morbid urge    To find a swift release And be content with permanent    And everlasting peace. But my meekness is a weakness-    A flaw which guarantees A gilded hell where I can dwell    Toasting bad memories. Yvonne Denise Springer Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
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