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Chivalry is dead. Morals are dead Shame has taken off her dress. Loyalty is buried deep. Shallowness has broken free.

A tribute to Hunter S. Thompson

I hear the bells clang clang clang metal on metal melodic sounds soothing of the soul restoring the souls sores strengthening my heart the b..

The smell of wood is so strong on the steps I can smell pine with a hint of a rotten odor I believe it is blood, It stains the board..

My darling your porcelain face lay ruined at my feet What a waste of beauty so short lived The cold has taken you and wrapped your bones ..

I yearn for things I can not do, This world has left be black and blue I try to walk through the pain, It’s like walking on glass a..

As it slices through I feel the burn of intense pleasure The two sides parting like the water for Moses Truly a red sea The exhilaratio..

I am sorry to see all of you here at church today, sincerely. My name is Pastor Justice Impendi. We are gathered here today to “mourn&rdqu..

the dark night envelops me in my bed. no lights on dark shadows dancing on the walls. look around, scary shapes dancing dark red triangled eyes..

The halls are sterile. The smell is bleachy. Art on the walls to distract from the death hanging in the air, Kids are crying, old people are dy..