Out The Devil Cast – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Haggard in the morning air, the cold breeze cuts to the bone deep, wishful thinking, sinners sinning, I lost me rhythm, preyed to a god that was not listening, yet the devil was, and she dealt me a hand wrapped in wealth, she cast me out, she threw me in, I struggled, I choked, I desperately called, but no one cared, no one at all…

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