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Oct 2013
Standing on the devil's spine
Looking out on the abyss
Of lost green souls caught on brown pikes
Thinking of what would happen
If I joined their ranks
Then I notice
I am falling
Looking at the head
Of the devil himself
Grinning at his new soldier
As I look
Upon my soul's decent
I cherish the freedom
Of that falling sinner
For it's time to start over
And finish the walk across
Nathaniel R Horn
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Nathaniel R Horn  Indianapolis
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