December 18, 2009
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I lie on a floor of blood,
Sifted heads roll around me....
I begin to nod,
I can no longer see.
Maybe I am not asleep,
maybe I am dead.
Maybe I went too deep,
Maybe I have lost my head.

A song of death is sung
with a badly swollen lung.
Hell-gate's bell has wrung,
Licked by the devil's tongue.

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