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 My Guilt By Creation®
The jury of my tears that was picked
has reached a final verdict,
guilty as charged of sad crime
my heart sentenced to do its time!
I'm 1 lone prisoner
nobody else around it's torture,
it's not even a padded cell
beating my head against the wall in this hell....

I am feeling most guilty
just TRYING to survive worst misery,
it's hard to think of anything else,talk about it or write
cause of pain i've got day and night!
But i write and create
TRYING to keep busy every day i hate,
waking up is just useless tho
i don't wanna be here and don't want to go....
On without Him
it's such a sin,
but i can't go on living
i don't belong here that's the thing!
I have the most bizarre dreams anymore
maybe it means the end is near wish i could be sure,
1 thing i know is i can't exist much less live
in a world without Him and life just can't give!
Can't exist with this guilt and pain
nothing i TRY to do keeps me sane,
the only way i can be that even in part
is for it to stop getting a beating here my sorry heart!
In my last dream so bizarre
He called me on the phone from afar,
said He wouldn't last long and He'd been shot
i asked who was with Him he said his mom and dad and i fought
for Him to talk more but He did not!
I Know Most Precious Faron
would want me to be sharin,
in the world out there
but without Him physically here i can't bear....
To be here that way
it's such a sin i stay,
where i don't belong
the only music i hear is Death's Song!
for me SALLY to be here is just wrong




Gotta create+write while others go nighty night!
When i do sleep good i dream about my PURRFECT CHEF all the goody food HE made for me,
then share it+the rest with the world to inspire thee!

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OH ANGEL OF DEATH
TAKE MY LAST BREATH,
AWAY WITH YOU
MY HEART HAS NOTHING ELSE HERE TO DO....

Longing for that touch most gently given,
leading to the final chapter of livin!
The completion of my earth story,
this is the gift of decency!
When forever here becomes a faded memory,
this lullaby shall echo through the void and misery!
The rebels of mercy please spare more than a crumb,
don't try to fight me to life when i couldn't be any more numb!
there's nothing left of SALLY



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