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Tiny Seed

Swallow the tiny seed of poison -
the devil's screaming from the pits of hell and oblivion
dragging me deeper and deeper

The little imp like creature jumping up and down
up and down,
chattering away feeding on the scraps;
forcing me to dance among the
snakes and reptiles in the snake pit

But I cannot move
I sit and drink from the silver cup;
the panacea to the the poison that I have consumed

Finally, all that remains
is a hollow pain at
the back of my memory

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