by the dead Styx, in a toxic zone
in a bad place, in a cursed home
lived til the very last day
a rat by birth, Archer by star
raved of the fire and burned
many thousand witches at trials
my brother in Christ
left home at seven, bought at eight
bit at nine, fell at ten
died at ten o-three
resurrected on Monday, shrugged off the shroud
went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet
and on the water he hiked
my brother in Christ
before the gate of hereafter
his soul he poured into song
which in Heaven nobody heard
and in vain expectation,
wrote his name with a holy rock on the sand
and into Lethe he dived
my Brother in Christ
Brother in Christ
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2017
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