Apokalupto19 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
I built a fence around my eyes.
painted the fence black and gray,
put up a sighn, keep out.
I took a sharp knife, and cut my hands off.
for these are sinners hands, and cant be washed.
I layed myself down on rail road tracks, waited for
the train, it came and took my legs.
i waited for death, like a farmer waits for his crop,
and thats when i saw a angel, with a note in his hand.,
it read, you now can move to first class....
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