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Jul 2013
Sin
A bottle of bourbon,
Lay at my heels.
A stubbed cigerette,
Ushers three thousand more.
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Why?
All the better to **** me dear.
To ***** out my life,
To **** my sorrow,
To cease my suffering.
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It's like acid upon the brain,
A burn upon the skin,
A kick upon the shin.
I can no longer lie my dear,
I can't longer let evil in.
To lie to you,
Darling,
Love.
Would be worse than any heavens sin.
I've robbed, I've killed, I've forsaken and sinned.
The worst thing I ever did,
was let evil in.
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I need redemption,
Retribution,
Reincarnation,
Rapture.
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But for now I'll settle for a lighters light,
And a cigarette,
If you'd be so polite.
And sip of *** would be mighty right,
And a hot warm gut for tonight's respite.
I'd be awful rude,
But tonight's the night.
Naught angels wings but demons,
Take to flight.
But care none for evil dear,
You'll rise to heavens' brilliant light.
And this one...?
Well he'll be allright.

N.H.
Nihl
Written by
Nihl  Convict colony
(Convict colony)   
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