Crime Time
But I have no beliefTo sustain me through grief
Just an ache a doctor cannot ever quell.
When the bell tolls for me
I`ll go skipping jauntily
To eternal , though non-existent, hell.
Which is hell in itself
I suppose, on reflection.
I cannot comprehend an endless time.
Unpunished ,
No reward,
To avoid becoming bored
Perhaps I'll seek a stimulating crime.
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2008-09-02 at 15:34
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