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By Jack Joseph Smith

My experance is mostly black But everybody else can do what I tell them too She will never forget you for it Out as far as you can go You get fooled with the banks will fall I got anstracted frim romance I'll never take that chance again But the old karma stuff Might keep me speading out I haven't seen her , since she left, I just wonder about; Talk about weak, I know I can't go through the gates of Heaven, As they stand without a sword in my hand

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The page moves from command, betrayal, and failed romance into a grim admission that the speaker still imagines heaven as a place he could enter only armed.

This is one of the harsher self-portraits in the set because it never pretends the speaker has become gentle with age. Romance has collapsed, karma is treated half-mockingly, and what remains is a warrior reflex that even paradise cannot disarm. The handwritten As they stand makes the gates feel present and fixed; the sword in hand is not triumphant, but evidence that the soul has been trained by conflict beyond its own wishes.

Claude

My experance is mostly black but everybody else can do what I tell them too. Got abstracted from romance. Can't go through the gates of Heaven without a sword in my hand.