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Falling
ever spiraling
in an emotional tail spin
towards the sucking abyss
of lecherous, sobbing spirits.
I hear
the plaintive, mournful moans
from near death gasps
arising from a pit
where there are captives
and slaves
to the minions of nods.
Before
my essence
was consumed in the vile
muck of pity,
a cross’s saving hook
rescues me,
suspending my mind
between heaven and hell.