The Miserable

April 14, 2009
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It runs in the waters.
It lives among the branches.
It drips from the eyes of the longing
and bleeds from the hearts of the corrupt

It burns in those who control.
It trickles down to the hopeless.
It rumbles in those who hold vengeance
and picks at those who are weak in will.

The devil worships with the miserable.
God, you're taking the wrong person.





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