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Aug 2011
So much time wasted clouding every breath
   Drinking&Drunk; On lust,
      obscenes & Sweet mad death

          Living dead walking Deprived of all my Dreams
   Filling my empty cavity     with cheap poison and fantasy

For Salvation I'm  Reprobate And I Abnegate any God
My soul it lags a clime behind Wondering along a Trod
          Upon rough road This Night I drag my soul
        My Eidolon I so abhor, And whats more -
                     The debt of sins My Father left
                  I am cursed to forever labor just as
                    My iniquitous score is payed for
                      Not by me But my first born

                                  All my wrongs  Forgotten
                                  All the chores I've left undone
                                  And of the least do I concern
                                 Our battles cannot be won &
                                  some good deeds if not them all  
                                                           ­               are bound to go Unsung
John Deryck Christmas *copyright 2011*
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