Danger Poet

Dreams are my true religion

and every midnight I pray

The nightmares that haunt me

Are the tithing I pay.

In a little slice of death each night

I find my peace of mind

Be it peaceful or deep in fright

My faith true, harsh or kind.

Dangerous Poetry Vol. 1

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