Ven al nihil

En mi juventud aquella, clamé
al cristo
que acabase con todo lo que tanto dolor me causa al alma

Those were the days


These days
I’m more earthly bound
wondering if
those paranoic G-men
will ever
get finger trigger happy
Though I only wish
enough fore warning for
that last mezcal worm.

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