Hell
What loathsome things
We humans effectuate!
A rape in the alley-
A murder in the street-
Our minds be feeble.
Our hearts be faint.
Kidnappings are common-
Child abuse; despair-
To hell you say we are going.
I say we are already there.
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I don't write about death because I want to die, I write about death because when death takes me I'd like to think that I am in the care of a wonderful friend. Writing is a language everyone can understand. Even when our words are confused and twisted, we find someone who translates perfectly. I speak for those who are scared and trapped and those whose voices have been stolen from them. God speaks through me and gives me strength to give to others. I will write until my end.
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