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[title] => amen mighty
[time] => 2011-09-28 15:02:21
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[bodytext] => sirens blaze and roar like princes to the rescue of some downtown whore a bar lets out tv glare a passing man teary eyed he ties to glance but can only stare a man beside asked him his watch but the heart seemed to shyed scarwled on the walls and down the urinal halls he passes past the church flaming on a doves perch the bells rang out as in sin his wrought feet wacked on cobblestone but bruised his shin felt deep down to the bone but the king already without a throne crossing the street he reached the goal to meet the carrigeway bleared up nights cars like sip and sup at the railed bridge he sighed and sank down if he died a tramp with a holy book lit his butt soaked in alcohol heave gods soldier without leave tore beads from his neck scattered to his feet worn down and beat his final crusade a treck uptown why do we love what must die we sell ourselves to cry and do it glad because to be happy is but the shadow of to be sad the faithless man alcohol mad would jump if he can skywards vultures soar maybe above the downtown whore but surely these would catch him too? to know what only god knew maybe heavenwards rescue to come he crouched to his knees as if to pray but he ran out a while back on what to say so in the night a human died worthy or not i cannot claim but for our sins heavens cannot pay in fame whether to be a lady of night or a man far drom sight the lambs of god played his mind and the drink played hers she was beaten broke and bruised but shes back on the streets the night after like his on the streets would be for the pain is but bitter of lifes fee and upwards mystery [comments] => 0 [counter] => 138 [topic] => 48 [informant] => fortunesdancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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