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Aug 2017
Lonely but it's alright,
every day sadness falls upon the night,
God is here to listen to my trouble...
He pays attention and guarantees double,
double for your actions and multiplies it for your rebellion.


All is fair until you reach the end,
nothing will mend,
those wrinkles make you turn to stone,
the hourglass never gives you a loan.
*Just more corpses in the ground.
Extreme Shadows and Darkness Fall Upon.  Poem about Death itself.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
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