Sunday, October 27, 2019

Count your blessings (poem)

Count your blessings.
Now, if only you had some
trapped down here with me,
death would be a blessing.
To think you called me here.

Evil thoughts filled your mind
you wanted justice
you craved for their pain,
prayed for it, even.
God wouldn't answer,
but I did.

So here's the deal:
you can leave right now,
you just have to leave your heart here,
your tell-tale heart that betrays you.
It would look so nice on a shelf,
don't you think?

Take your time to decide,
I have all of eternity to wait.
But, of course,
you don't.

-Zero

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