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Maybe the tired mind or the tired body shall present a heavenly redirect of sources and efforts, if thine mind be boggled by circumstance per chance it is all but some terrible dream. I cannot say, for if one is prone to mention aggression and be pursued by it then it is entirely possible one is deserved of such torment. Retch into the endless void young sinner and wallow in your own empty, putrid self.I must proclaim your inevitable doom, it does not pain me to do so. It is of no small consequence that your wicked deeds shall come home to roost.

"By plague, by sea, or perhaps by VD, the new device of unrest shall come to thee."

So sayeth the all knowing prick of our merciless saviour.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

The Willows

By Algernon Blackwood

A poem from my heart seeps

I've been down

to little Sally's grave

and over where

Grand Cathedral shall be

all caverns over the sea

look out over the sea

Great Monument is unbound

unrobed now

tells me I will be

just where I would be

if I could be there now

and just ask how

but as we wait

Maturin knows

and kindly shows

where it all goes

all the junk flows

to the sea

lucky me

I breathe easily

in dreams of sheets

that I will find

the soft and neat

that bears

peace of mind

in the ground

and i get found

buried in

the smooth white down

wherever they might be

I'll never see

busy me

scrounging around

in the tiny ghost town

and no sun sets

but better yet

the sleeping wake

from their rest

and calmly

as they rise

and pause

the mighty end

comes for us all

and we laugh

because everyone gets

at least their half

of the shaft

and we all sleep peacefully

until they see

the little cock comes out

and pees