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Brimstone Heart
you say I'll get what's coming to me
that I'll pay for making your life hell
one day I'll be on the receiving end
when hot flames I no longer quell
there's a smouldering hell in every heart
waiting its moment to rise up and burn
it lurks beneath the smiles and glances
you're lucky if you don't get your turn
yet I never meant to make you suffer
I'm no saint but ...
Friday 28th August 2020 11:18 am
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