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Don't Let The Swinging Door Collide With Your Posterior
As things reach their inevitable completion,
and your soul leans further into its condition---
without repentence and without contrition---
at the edgy precipice of flaming perdition:
soon, even you will have unclenched your fist,
as you begin to---terrifyingly---list,
know, with certainty, You will not be missed.
This is no comfort, but that was not my gist.
Starward
