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2014-07-19 | |
No lightning will hit
No hell fire will consume
Profound relief floods me
Arenít we humans?
Sometimes happy, sometimes bitter
We live and we die
No one is included
I have no thought of accommodating
The life in the future
Would it be a relief? Thinking
We will meet again
Until someone proves me
Itís scientifically incorrect
I will not waste my energy by hoping
Itíll make my sorrow, even sadder
I was relieved to be referred back to Lewisham Hospital
After a certain nasty procedure
ďThereís no GodĒ I said aloud
Nowadays the play of Broadway has changed.
Itís playing Sold-Out.
You can order for breakfast, lunch and dinner
The horrific pictures and videos of dead children in Gaza
Donít even have any rights in Uncle Samís Law.
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