A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth
Hell is Money
River styx
A distraction from the flow of responsibility which
Beats against my shattered shores
I consider the time I have left
The twitching of my fingers and the drum that commands the rhythm of my blood
But the damned are all alive and awake
Watching and waiting
For manna from heaven
On this earth there is no enemy but
Eternal consciousness and the fear thereof
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