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the alp is where my core lives

in the vastness of my weary wound

i strive to survive my helm

my days of inadvertent transgressions

are noted in the Book of Death

i shall live each day as if it is the last

for I know after this, my doom awaits

and it shall undo the door once I knock

let me live, therefore, my now for now

once I exhale my last breath

to the nether world, I shall pay all my debts









written 1/26/2003