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i laid down on the railroad tracks, hoping for God to finish me. as the rain came pouring, the thunder came rolling, i wished the sun was over me. but her warmth didn't come, her cold breath came instead. the snow settled all over me. finally i could hear the engine, i close my eyes. oh Lord is it over for me? but the end never came - has He spared me? i raised my head over the railroad tracks, i see the demolition team. turns out the train don't come through, here no more. poor, poor, pitiful me.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
Poor, Poor Pitiful Me
i laid down on the railroad tracks, hoping for God to finish me. as the rain came pouring, the thunder came rolling, i wished the sun was over me. but her warmth didn't come, her cold breath came instead. the snow settled all over me. finally i could hear the engine, i close my eyes. oh Lord is it over for me? but the end never came - has He spared me? i raised my head over the railroad tracks, i see the demolition team. turns out the train don't come through, here no more. poor, poor, pitiful me.
Inspired by Poor, Poor Pitiful Me by Warren Zevon.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
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