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Silv_4740

Dammit I’m mad.  
Evil is a deed as I live.  
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.  
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.  
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?  
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.  
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.  
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,  
In my halo of a mired rum tin.  
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.  
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?  
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.  
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.  
Be still if I fill its ebb.  
Ew, a spider… eh?  
We sleep. Oh no!  
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.  
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.  
Both, one… my names are in it.  
Murder? I’m a fool.  
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,  
A Goddam level I lived at.  
On mail let it in. I’m it.  
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!  
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.  
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:  
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”  
Evil is a deed as I live.  
Dammit I’m mad.