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Click hereOh God! Oh Good God.
Here I stand at the edge of the abyss.
Oh God! Oh my God.
Here I am, here I stand like a stone, at the edge of the abyss!
In the cold, naked wind.
The scratches of the blind.
Shattered as a heart.
Staring into the darkest hunger.
The failure of hard men.
Black bitters of the mind.
Soul curses in this carte blanche.
Sucked down by the bestial Dung herd.
The fashion of the passion,
a living oracle drawing through mercy.
Sucking puissant rage and swallowing.
Reflect this anger toward you,
pushed to the edge of the abyss!
Bound upon the stoic desert.
Tattered legacy silent.
Unequal at the rusty sickle.
Ogre of your inflictions.
Simply hurt, foiled at sanguine.
Simply hurt as a whipped slave.
Hard to see,
hard to find sympathy.
Oh God, lift me home.
These arms are dead cold.
Oh God, I am weakened.
Those eyes are worn coal old.
The Mystery Valiant
7-27-2003
deep thoughts prevailed here (~_~) the spiral descent of your words led me to wild images and left me feeling... simply hurt <grin