Hell 'Farya Poems

In a town filled with the broken
There was a word left utterly unspoken
A hand that receives with no thanks
A chest that strout about the water banks
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Wrath, my child,
is a blade designed to be wielded by none.
Come near; I will tell you a story.
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Dear, Gold Bird.

Do you remember when;
I found you where life kisses death
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I ask you a question, and you have answered me not. I asked 'as we sought to forge a new identity in this world, as we strive to make a mark, what is that essential part of our soul that we are willing to sacrifice? '

Under the cashew tree,
By the yard, I lay on her bosom
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I have seen death in her many faces.
Once dressed as a child in need
blind, but saw light clear as you.
Her balls clenched between her fists.
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John.

We call him John Joe.
He wasn't from around here.
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,
A life barely known, now sealed by death's gate.
From darkness to light
We'll trace his might,
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At an all white funeral, an old bass player, his fate,
Thrived on words spoken by soothsayers, great.
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At his last call, an old bass player's wake,
Whose love life had a woeful ache.
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1.
Buried deep in own thoughts.
Hath there other worlds away from mine,
Dost they know that which I was taught,
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