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Want to get to know me? You should maybe do it now:
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
My lonely life had purpose 'til they threw me in this cell:
I will not tell you what I did; I don't remember how:
I have been told they're saving me a special place in hell.
I hear my death approaching like a distant angry bell
It calls me to the stage of life to take my final bow;
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
My life was full of secrets; like I said, I cannot tell
I've had more second chances than God usually allows...
I have been told they're saving me a special place in hell.
I had a chance to mend my ways before my grand plot fell;
In choosing otherwise, I've shown sense equal to a cow's:
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
And now my time has ended; now I have a soul to sell
I feel no pain or fear; just salty sweat-drops on my brow.
I have been told they're saving me a special place in hell;
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
Poetry by WildGoose
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Written on 2008-08-18 at 06:53
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To a Newly Arrived Cellmate
I have been told they're saving me a special place in hell.Want to get to know me? You should maybe do it now:
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
My lonely life had purpose 'til they threw me in this cell:
I will not tell you what I did; I don't remember how:
I have been told they're saving me a special place in hell.
I hear my death approaching like a distant angry bell
It calls me to the stage of life to take my final bow;
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
My life was full of secrets; like I said, I cannot tell
I've had more second chances than God usually allows...
I have been told they're saving me a special place in hell.
I had a chance to mend my ways before my grand plot fell;
In choosing otherwise, I've shown sense equal to a cow's:
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
And now my time has ended; now I have a soul to sell
I feel no pain or fear; just salty sweat-drops on my brow.
I have been told they're saving me a special place in hell;
I'll probably be dead before you get to know me well.
Poetry by WildGoose
Read 827 times
Written on 2008-08-18 at 06:53
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