Saturday, September 23, 2017

sin eater

i draw a blank white sheet
over the corpse
final garrison on the river styx.
where it flows only the dead know
and that's you now my friend
here is a grain of salt for each sin
venal and deadly that was yours.
a loaf of bread to wash it down. and ale!
let us have ale! listen i know you
 wont hang a new taste on my tongue
 but a shilling will fill me for a week
till the next one gets called home
you're on your way to mystery
and im just fanning the flames you left behind.


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