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Nov 2014
i thought the gods would spare me
for a second.

but no.

my salvation won't be lollipops and rainbows.

it will be breaking of oaths
harsh silence
and torrential sacrifices.

instead of being forgiven,
i will still have to redeem myself.

it will be perfect diamonds
and black lung coal.

it will be all the things i've wanted

and everything i wish to avoid.

i will rise as fast as i fall,
but someone will be there to catch me this time.

it's just unknown yet if it will be angel
or demon.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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   Scheherazade
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