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got a grip on a blissful life,
He sucks on the from the dope in his pipe.
around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
P.C.P. gun to the head,
strangling his forearm to fill his with smack.
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
Grasping at straws and up empty, Carving with his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."

Sally spells success
to block out the world or the fear she'll fall.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
Tightrope things, never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
Her security has worn itself thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.

Nothing changes, will.
skeptic, primed for the kill.
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets and again
Selling your soul, your fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.

Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
Two-edged sword that flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
The point was eons ago,
You're blinding yourself, your eyes.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
Nothing you do, can be new.
to serve not ourselves, never.
chaff on the wind, your life's blow.
The Lord is God, we will live forever.What is good? What is