Macabre Tango

February 16, 2011
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I can’t feel anything
The mind reeling, spinning
Miles twisted in shame
And molded in mistakes made

And now sound
Beats of a hallowed song
My feeling
God has shaped
A circus of fools

You create earthquakes from twisted humor
You made a woman
But you crafted her tumor
My life is not your game
Listen to the drums of pain
As heart quickens to the pace
Of the played and the dammed

And in my ring
Who meant everything to me
But death was not quick enough for you
Brown hair twisted at the lip
Made her slender down to the hip
Sent her to the men
And I found her in two

This, is my Jehovah Manifesto
So say sir
Years have brought on woes
That I now reclaim
In that
Macabre Tango

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