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Caualties of WhimCasualties of WhimCaualties of Whim
I am cause of my depression, Through casualties of sin, Through death and life, And everything, Through every sordid whim.
But call me out, As from myself, And I will challenge hell. Though every act, That’s best of mine, Should send me there as well.
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Deaths Not PrudeDeaths Not Prude (8 Lines in Double)Deaths Not Prude
Death’s not rude nor rather prude, Indecent or ashamed. Not can it, be made to sit, Indentured or contained. But writing down, just what I’ve found, Discovered lies and facts, That nothing good or rather should, Come with out some act.
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