it is in the heaven’s stomach,
you see a glittering that makes your
hope grow beards.

on your head you carried
packets of lies
crossing the hills & the cemeteries.

in your pocket you homed a
stranger, offered him a bed to lay
and stole from the bank of his soul at night.

& you named your self a synonym for death
but remember, as you chase life it rebels,
rejecting the offer you offered.

note, loneliness is not an excuse
to stay alive. and remember greed
is the sweat of the devil.










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