The assassin

I called out, God help me and God jumped in, he sold me an eighth of heroin I called him a thousand times or more to score a thousand lines and he never closed the door on me God’s just a junkie a dealer I prayed and I prayed and God drove by selling his…

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Flickering

All the things we wanted and we never got are just a drop in an ocean of plenty. When I was of a certain age I had it all and more uncertainly an undefinable rage built up in me. the passing of time and the bells that chime took their toll on me all the…

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