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I worked hard for
Everything I got
And didn’t get.

I’ve been cheated
By evil hands
And friendly ones
With their fingers crossed.

I looked for love
And found mostly
*** and degradation.

I reached for God
But my fingers
Were too slippery.
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I think I may have already posted this.  If so, sorry.
The crushing weight of uncertainty
Can certainly be
The end of me
But why lie beneath
The lies and heat
We've lived and died
In subtlety
You're ripening
Now it's time to see
Him playing for pipe and string
He's not the type to sing

Hanging from the rafters.
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