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01/06/12
Snack
Sooner or later than late, Destiny reads death's Emancipation Proclamation, Informing us that we get one slim rebuttal, Assuming we bargain away our mortal souls, Trade our respectable flesh, For the tantalizing, questionable eternity Offered by machinating, mendacious Mephistopheles.
And most of us devour this opportunity, As though foreverness were a godly feast, Despite our foreknowledge of its rueful decrepitudes. We refuse to see that always is no bargain, Rather the ultimate delusion fate uses To bait its trap, snap our spirits, char our carcasses, So that Satan can devour us, as a quick snack.
01/06/12
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