The Disaster is Coming
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girlcanwrite 1 Timothy 1:15 // published author
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An ode to freedom from sin.

The Disaster is Coming

My mouth Is spoken But hollow

And torn Demonic

With evil Things And thoughts

And peeled Inside, the Tongue and Tissue,

Flaked away Like skin dying In the sun.

Sin is sometimes The only thing I eat,

Less calories, slim waist,

And I take That quick image With my eyes

Like it's the only Picture worth Seeing.

Grant me Freedom,

Dead serpents,

Clean air,

A fiery heart.

Because no Good deed goes Unpunished.

Let me know The punishment,

Like I know The hard parts Of the dark.

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