No Remorse

poem by: Greg Obrecht
Written on Jun 07, 2019

This shit stings it really hurts
With every step my tears hit the dirt
With every breath I surrender self worth
So I speak of death with every word

The mystique of leaving paints every verse
Techniques roll slowly by like a hearse 
Reading the holy guides won't coerce 
I'm sliding off this fucking perverse Earth

Gliding over to the closet to grab my steel
I decided to cock back during my last meal
Jesus's flock awaits as does Ezekiel's wheel 
The pearly gates unlock with a wretched squeal

 

Tags: Sad, Beat, Depressing, Pain, Dark,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jun 08, 2019 at 7:56am
Sounds like them gates need squirt of WD 40.....

 

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