Gods own

Watching my creation,
These appalling things they do,
My sons and daughters I've kept
For the entertainment of my angels.
They have disappointed me,
As their eyes have strayed away,
They wish for my forgiveness
In the presence of disgrace.

  • Authors: Buglet
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: November 2nd, 2022 14:00
  • Limit: 9 stanzas
  • Invited: Public (any user can participate)
  • Comment from author about the poem: Make it gothic, make it dark, and write to your heart's content.
  • Category: Gothic
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