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oh! how I wade
through the shittyness of fate
through a pool of mud
and ice-cold reminders

I was so close
I could smell the door opening
but i remained inside this stinking labyrinth
looking for a key
looking for an exit
for a bottle of whiskey
for an overdose of an ancient unknown substance

the unspeakable horror
oh! how it lurks
in every little crack
in the foundation of everything
it will find me

it will poison me
and I will worship this sacred Anthrax
and the beast will sharpen its claws
Hell will open its newly painted doors
the demon clown will march
all over again





Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2007-06-14 at 00:46

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