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The Preacher
The dark man walks beside me.
I can tell that from his voice.
He used to be a preacher.
He says it's not a sin to die,
That God knows why.
He makes me not feel frightened.
He tells me of a peace.
Tranquil like in heaven,
Release from screams and shouts.
I like it when the preacher comes.
He makes a choice seem right.
He makes me see the darkness as a...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:52 pm
Rest
"You just lie and rest"
They say he lies like the rest.
Your meds make you feel like dying -
DO IT;
Take the rest.
Do the world a favour,
What use are you now?
Bow out nice and graceful,
That always draws a crowd.
To speak, I slur and drool,
Laughing stock it makes me.
You will never teach again,
Better in a hole.
Wrap me safe in satin...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:51 pm
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