His Saviour(For Scarlett)
D Dónall Dempsey
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I get pliers
climb to the crucifix
on a wobbly
chair
pull out
the nails
one by one
(real little nails for his little hands)
I tell him
he is free now
flee...fly
go to
Heaven
But Christ
He just lay there
in an agony
not knowing
which way was Heaven
...any more.
Bu şiiri puanla
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