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  • CAZ
  • Jan 4, 2018
  • 1 min read

The Last Courthouse

The adjudicated soul

Pleaded his excuses

At the fore

Of the vast line

An immortal officer

Carried the soul away

Away to the flaming slide

Atop that very slide

The soul was greeted

With a dim hallo

As though fate

Were not pre-established

Though it came too late

The soul became aware

Through fault of his own

It had given up too early


 
 
 

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