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Jan 2014
O the joy, the joy
of this life snuffed daily
by the minions
of the darker age.

Creeping,
stalking
outside in the shadows
gripping,
choking,
breaking our necks.

We sleep eternally,
our blood-stained eyes
stare in desperation,
too late for
our own resurrection
as wasted time flies…….
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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