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Oh Lord, deliver me from these...
Hands that seek to strangle me
Fangs that maul and mangle me
Dragging me down into the earth
I choke on dirt t..
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I wrote this piece on the last morning of a 3.5 day fast I recently completed.For this fast I abstained from food, coffee, beer, and entertainment, dr..
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Dried out like an old wineskin
While the fire burns so sad and dim
I’m tired of struggling to keep it lit
So maybe I’ll rest and fold m..
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He
had plenty of reason to disgorge his dinner that night"namely, whiskey.
Burning, biting, delightful whiskey. Jim Beam Honey, to..
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DesiccateHollowed outFervor run dryEncumbered by desertNowhere to hide
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Oh, in the solitude of nightmy heart is a flaming stoneaching, groaning, screamingcraving a simple touchto be knownan embrace to scrape a sparka tende..
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When my will to fight begins to slipWhich is more often then I care to admitI feel a monster awaken its eyesAnd snarl fierce from deep insideThere are..
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Dead leaves underfootSprinkled by a spring rainAlong this path I tread aloneThrough the morning's pale grayThe twittering of birds is placidAnd I paus..
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Just another bitter pill on my tongueGrimace and glugSwallow it down and recall what I've sungWith burning lungsGod, I am growing weary of pill and pi..
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A letter to God from the pen of a sinner:How am I worth the grace You deliver?When I gave my back to Your wounded faceand walked away to wanton disgra..
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