He heaved melancholic aching breaths.
In sordid darkness.
His head light like a drunken drug abuser.
With nothing for a life.
His soul is 6 feet under,
Suffocating with depression and emptiness
That would likely be his cause of death.
He welcomed the maggots and vultures
He never healed.
He wandered in the deserts and fasted but was never sanctified like Jesus.
He was also not glorified.
He did not have a bible as a portfolio.
He was weaker, lousier and fucked up.
*Must i repeat myself over and over again how fucked i am?
Everyone is smiling and happy.
I never did.
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