Inger Jansen

They wrote about me,
As one of the most notorious and chilling death peddlars the country has ever seen.
They spoke about me. In hushed tones.
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Here joy and sorrow live side by side with Death ever watching.
Waiting.
This passage full of people
Has no end.
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This gallery of dead is running out of room
I didn't expect to see you here so soon.

We will carry you close
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Smiled so sweetly
Flashing gold capped teeth,
His laughter as young as his baby face
And just as innocent
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I wear a rosary
As I stand accused
With my brothers in chains.
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Once was a person
Now just a picture
Depicted in darkness
Riddled with holes
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And here I am broken
Writing songs and poems
With my left hand
In a cell with no light
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Broken and by the wayside
His torment.
On a night so dark,
His soul is closing down.
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did you ever see your dead lovers face?
how many times?
or did you lose count.
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