He Wishes Me Dead!

To wish and whistle from hunger;
A pain from your own mouth;
A wish from the spout of shout;
Yet we dream of wish and whistle of hunger, I can do without.

To wish and whistle from death;
A pain from which God died himself;
A hurt prospersous in the bible, we remain in black clouds.
Yet we dream of wish and whistle of hunger, I can do without.

To wish and whistle from darkness;
A hurling inferno from heat and blaze;
A hurt trembling in the subconscious phase;all the negative remains;
Yet we dream of wish and whistle of hunger, I can do without.


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