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came from hell   though it was not from the BIG guy himself, my case was delegated to some lesser imp     all along, hell, I thought I had committed enough scorching sins to warrant an audience with the king of fire   when the phone rang   I did not pick up,        I knew who was calling   I had no hunger, people came and went, mouths moving but making no sound   my breathing slowed until the air became glue, oozing in quietly   the lady in white came, touching me moving as slowly as the moon’s cold arc across the sky     she had no face I knew the phone would ring anon   I knew there would be questions whose answers they already knew     when you were five, did you crush the robin eggs on a beautiful blue afternoon   that would have been perfect for all mankind had it not been for your ******   did you taste the sweet nectar of nakedness   of those you did not love   did you shove the bayonet in though you saw his imploring eyes did you leave the world a better place?     questions do have answers but answers have nothing   I will not answer yet   though I know the phone will ring anon   waking me from this dreary dream   and closing my eyes before they return to the fire
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
the last phone call
came from hell   though it was not from the BIG guy himself, my case was delegated to some lesser imp     all along, hell, I thought I had committed enough scorching sins to warrant an audience with the king of fire   when the phone rang   I did not pick up,        I knew who was calling   I had no hunger, people came and went, mouths moving but making no sound   my breathing slowed until the air became glue, oozing in quietly   the lady in white came, touching me moving as slowly as the moon’s cold arc across the sky     she had no face I knew the phone would ring anon   I knew there would be questions whose answers they already knew     when you were five, did you crush the robin eggs on a beautiful blue afternoon   that would have been perfect for all mankind had it not been for your ******   did you taste the sweet nectar of nakedness   of those you did not love   did you shove the bayonet in though you saw his imploring eyes did you leave the world a better place?     questions do have answers but answers have nothing   I will not answer yet   though I know the phone will ring anon   waking me from this dreary dream   and closing my eyes before they return to the fire
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
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