December 21, 2001

  • My body's wracked with pain,
    I'm being financially slain,
    My thoughts are half-deranged,
    All my friends are lost--or changed.
    I am the terminator terminating
    under the duress
    of an extreme prejudice.


    And Love is contemplating
    in solemn mystification
    the world without me.


    There will be silence when I'm gone.


    There will be silence.


    Cause I'm gone.

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