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Eat up all your hunger,
burn up all your tears.
Meet up with your destiny
and learn to love your fears.

Take the day's you're given,
add them into years.
Then take your last 100 breaths
as Death, persistent, nears.

Taste the graven ashes
as you float into your curse.
Doomed to know you died alone,
and from there it just got worse.

Knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the warm and hungry sins
that set your End in stone.

There you, a Simpleton, stands sure
where once a hole had grown...
a grinning, sinning empty skin
Unknowing and Unknown.

Sell your plot of Heaven,
Save your place in Hell,
for it's lies that demons scream,
for it's truths the angels sell...

if you seem to need Damnation,
if Sin lives in your Bones,
evil little seeds that bleed,
hating being sown...

Sell that plot of Heaven,
buy your soul back as your own,
but upon the death of your last breath,
curl your fingers up and...

knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the brazen ways you danced
the life right out of your bones.

JOsHua HoweLL
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Mister Simpleton
Date: Sunday, 8th February 2015 @ 07:05:06 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jigget
Mister Simpleton
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Eat up all your hunger,
burn up all your tears.
Meet up with your destiny
and learn to love your fears.

Take the day's you're given,
add them into years.
Then take your last 100 breaths
as Death, persistent, nears.

Taste the graven ashes
as you float into your curse.
Doomed to know you died alone,
and from there it just got worse.

Knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the warm and hungry sins
that set your End in stone.

There you, a Simpleton, stands sure
where once a hole had grown...
a grinning, sinning empty skin
Unknowing and Unknown.

Sell your plot of Heaven,
Save your place in Hell,
for it's lies that demons scream,
for it's truths the angels sell...

if you seem to need Damnation,
if Sin lives in your Bones,
evil little seeds that bleed,
hating being sown...

Sell that plot of Heaven,
buy your soul back as your own,
but upon the death of your last breath,
curl your fingers up and...

knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the brazen ways you danced
the life right out of your bones.

JOsHua HoweLL
2-7-2015

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