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Monday, June 11, 2018

#Poetry: The Lonely Way

The Lonely Way
(Poem by ViennaCC)

Little devil keeps me hanging on
Turn around and scratch the itch
A voice said: Turn the radio on
Immideately flip the switch

Stories that are full of life they are a mess
And quickly to my Doom I fell, buried under goat's manure
Must be Satan's empire, more or less
A pleasant path to happiness, that's for sure

The voice again: Come, Morituri, come
Noone can hear your call for help at all
Organ in full blast and monks start to hum
Sweating I can still hear my number called

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