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Jul 2022
Sentenced to live,
Sentenced to die.
Life and death,
Day and night.
Winter and spring.

10 years.
10 years, spoken so cavalier
By the man in the white lab coat
And the heart degree.

I've lived my life a castaway
Too scared to leave the shore.
I've tried many times to sail,
But I've never reached the door.

Life is a bowling ball
That hangs on a thread of yarn.
I'm too old to die young,
And too young to die now.

The heart is a ticking bomb
And by God time is ticking.
I stopped hearing the wall clock
Its batteries ran out.

Shadows are falling,
I'm running out of breath,
The hyacinths are now high on my shoulder,
And my lips covered with the dew of your thighs.

God is the dealer
And I called his bluff
But my clover has dried
I went all in and lost it all.

The show must go on
The world will keep spinning
I can see the promised land
But the bridge is on fire.

Hineni my lord.
- JP DeVille
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