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"Unnamed Poem"

Monday 1st June 1998

Sitting here watching time go by,
Knowing that in the end all things die,
Living for dreams which always shatter,
Hell is here on earth but what does it matter?
Offer your lives and offer your soul,
Condemn yourself to your own 6 foot hole.
Love will tear you limb from limb,
Chance of survival is often much too slim.
Still we hold onto these lies in which we believe,
Our own personal hell we continue to relive.
We are human and this is the tie that binds us,
This is the essence of the devil that condemns us.

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