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8 Aug 2007

The other side of heaven
Is nothing but some hell hole
Where the roaches are my tenets
And the flies are my guests.

It's somewhere that my mind
Can run wild in the streets
Screaming profanities too harsh
And obscene for the crudest of men.

And if only I could shut off the
Old show tunes that constantly
Repeat in the back of this dusty place,
Echoing off the filthy, water stained walls.

The moon is too bright and the
Sun is much too dull for my taste.
But while you're here, I don't complain,
Because how much better could it really get?


:)
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