if my maker casts a shadow does it ever fall on me? am I a good man? I don’t imagine so where’s the reward for all my sins? when are they going to kill me? they broke me more than once but I’m stronger for the mending will they kill me now? haven’t I sinned enough? they’ve killed the good and gentle they killed the true and brave why leave me to live? I suppose they’ll get around to me when they are good and ready
I’ll be waiting one eye open bolshy and defiant sometimes living is an act of courage but there’s some consolation to be
found in suicidal ideation I must have thought about killing myself
a thousand times but I still cherish
life I must be crazy I go on carrying a burden a sane man would
gladly discard mad because I loathe my being nevertheless I’ll hold fast to the serpent
that devours until it has eaten my
heart away no I’m not death’s willing ally I won’t relinquish my life so easily
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