end times (in process)
Sadness pounds through flooded fields,
rainbow streaked streets unpassable.
Stuck, covered in mud, undrinkable madness.
No second plan possible. Praying for numbness,
strength to move through this pain.
Unable to gain traction, to carry on.
Mar/29/2019, 9:43 pm
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