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Poem #2

I have seen Heaven in the bottom of a bottle

Hell in the eyes of a woman

Love in the spikes driven through hands

I have sought goodness and mercy

And they elude me.


The condemned man,

My sins painted on my arms,

Face down on the bloodstained cobblestones,

It would be the last time.


I made my own cross,

Built it over year after bloody year

With murder, with merciless taking,

And tears that ran red with wine.


I was the tyranny of evil men.


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Poem #3

I have seen Heaven in the bottom of a bottle Hell in the eyes of a woman Love in the spikes driven through hands I have sought goodness and mercy And they elude me. The condemned man, My sins painted

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I have seen Heaven in the bottom of a bottle Hell in the eyes of a woman Love in the spikes driven through hands I have sought goodness and mercy And they elude me. The condemned man, My sins painted

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