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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Other · #749770

Just a short poem

Within our morbid sanity
A fall from the highest tower
A pit of despair, stakes of pain
And a murder within the hour.

The suffering begins
Death too willing
The hurt goes away
With a pleasent killing.

No screams, no plees
No sorrow, no feeling
No joy, no sadness
Only pain and its end.
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