Sheer white sheets now blood spattered,
the words you said, I'm not flattered.
I'm afraid you brought the plagues,
because greed is blind, nothing you will find.
Unclench and embrace,
the vice of death you must face.
Bring this horizon swift and fast,
impermanence at last.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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