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Poetry By: dubl


Submitted:Oct 6, 2008    Reads: 91    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

i represent bad news
and black days
when the sky is bruised
in blues and grays
and the martyrs all clutch
hand grenades
it's the end of the world
come and join the parade
the damned march hand in hand with the saved
does anyone have a spotless plate?
you can scrape it clean
but it's not dishwasher safe
you should think about what you do
before you say
"Forgive me father for i have sinned"
"I'm holding disease you have medicine"
"Cure me now so get into heaven"
Just let me in Just let me in


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