Permit me to tell you about friends
because I have felt the happiness
of friends who stand by
each other
in good times and bad,
the hurt of friends
who have used you for their own purposes
the pain of friends,
who you thought were the best
but leave the moment
things get rough,
the love of friends
who can’t seem to give up
the friendship we once had,
and the agony of friends,
dead and rotting in graves
dead of whatever
took them from the Earth.
To either the hot depths of Hell
or the great gates of Heaven above.
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