No Religion in Death
There is no religion in death,
No virtue.
What God would snap your neck,
Slit your throat
And then smile and nod at his work?
Maybe life is hopeless.
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I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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