I pray God
forbid me sin again again,
I addicted to what kills.
Addictions are hard to break.
Unless on tortured wheels they be dismissed
life's addictions are to the end.
Forget them of hormones gushing sticky
who have no breath to do the rosary during Lent,
unless a rope be fixed to snap their neck.
Youth fancies speed, old age tends to shun it.
That death should bring relief - to them haunted,
makes no sense.
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