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By Stone Bryson

I am not god, I‘m not the devil -

I’m worse than both combined,

my darkened soul has intercourse

with the goodness in my mind.

Those better angels of my nature -

who battle the demons within,

fight with honor but are outnumbered

and get violated in the end.

Intentions pure and uncorrupted -

are raped by neurotic whims

surrender is but a horizon away

when there’s just no way to win.

Sanity streams from vacant eyes -

lucidity won’t remain,

so scratch an ‘X’ across my life

and save yourself some pain.

Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written February 2008

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