Heaven is where or when the Devil is losing everything at a Poker game, Even Vice is laughing at him...pointing fingers. And now hes walking alone in the street, completely broke homeless On the verge of collapsing to the Inevitable... Even the Angels are looking down on him with pity... Yet not a soul dares to help him, the looser, the first One to have ever been cast aside. Hes thinking about suicide. The funny thing is, unlike us, he doesnt have a choice Evil cannot die... Raindrops are weeping, and Im a storyteller I am covered with rust falling apart like an old 69 Chevy truck. I have a lot to say if youre willing to bear with the unpleasant scent of misery nostalgia. How low can it get, when you suddenly realise that what youve been listening to, for the last ten minutes or so Trough the old transistor radio behind the bar counter, was a disco version of Beethovens 9th symphony. I wanna kill myself right here now. How socially dead of me Alias Could it be the alcohol that drank me out? It feeds on your soul yknow? From the other side of the looking glass, imagine a philosophy, That is a sardonic aftermath of everything I lived so far... Solace was just a prelude of things worse to come...
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