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NO MORE PEOPLE PLEASE

When reminded I'm alive.

When the nerve endings pulsate.

Feeding the demons,

feeding the weakness.

Energizing realization.

When I'm cut short of prayer,

and my movement is chained by agony.

I reach for the golden structure.

The gothic angel,whom pulls me up,

with no hesitation,

and makes everyone else disappear.

So I can focus on relief,

as I blend with death.
Written by jaspersilence
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