No rest for the wicked Or so they say
Queasy
I am not fit For a life of crime Just the thought Makes me queasy Dizzy from an act I could never Perform -Kel Dayheart
Sleep Like a Baby
No rest for the wicked Or so they say But if you are truly terrible Then you have no guilt Keeping them awake So enjoy your wicked sleep -Kel Dayheart
Solution
We have such a fascination With turning back time As though that Would solve everything \What is there to stop Us from making worse decisions? -Kel Dayheart
In a Slump
He lives in squalor Not because he has no choice But because he believes he deserves it Guilt weighs heavily Upon his slumped shoulders He wilts with its deadweight -Kel Dayheart
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