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Let them have it; it's theirs

 Beauty goes out of the world and it's only the beating of flesh that fills the air. It's only the moaning of some whore made good by the bank balance of a richer man. Let them bang on at it. Let the flesh smells rot the air. As for this withering part of the tree, As for me:  I will enjoy the last rays of the sun.  People are such a disappointment.
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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning...

Lord, I realize this is not a typical Christian prayer, but would it be a terribly bad idea for these people to just die right now?

It reminds me of all that
I've become, when on
a Saturday of all nights
I return to an empty list

That is just a secondary consideration in this personality.

But you know what I hate right now? The sound of loud people talking

I prefer God's voice

THAT'S GOD'S VOICE

The sound of heavy rain hitting a tin roof
Especially after a long heat wave
Come to think of it
I've been praying for this for some time:
That a massive flood would come
And sweep them all away
Along with every bad idea
They've ever had
Shrieking and moaning
Just like in Noah's flood


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