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8 October 2010

far too full of too much wine
and i am drunk on too much time
when grief and anger rage inside
it seems i can let nothing slide
broken, pathetic, fallen me
cannot ever truly break free
of chain upon chain of misery
and i upon dust and ashes dine

forlorn, forgotten here despite
promises of sweet, blessed respite
i forsake Your name and call
i take for granted the all-in-all
and in my demented reverie
seek only after momentary ecstasy
chasing, still, after the dreams of goetry
instead of loving You with all my heart and might.

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