The Minister's Doom

They called it an aneurysm.

Part of his brain just exploded.
He started shaking, throwing up.
Didn't know his name or his age.
Ambulance came and picked him up.
He was pretty much passed out by then.
They watched him through the night.
I came around the next morning.
He was layin' on the bed,
tubes hanging out his arms and a rig upon his head.
All the blinds were closed and the lights turned off.
I tried to remember what he looked like standin' up an' I couldn't.
Seemed like he'd always been this invalid laying in a bed.
Everything that came before was gone.
No going back.

I stood for a few minutes looking down at his sunken face.
Yea. Then I shook his hand, I think it hurt him.
The nurse told me I'd better leave.
I walked outside and looked around at
all these fuckers laughing and talking.
I felt a little sick.
Like I always did at a hospital.
You know how it is, Too much birth and too much death.
Yea...
It was Monday.
I was cold.
And he was one sick fucker.

They called it an aneurysm.

They called it an aneurysm.
Part of his brain just exploded.
They called it an aneurysm.
He was one sick fucker.
Part of his brain just exploded.

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