Pray because I'm sinful
Lost on a wicked road
There's an angel in hell
Waiting to feel God's wrath
Hate runs through my blood
Turning sands into mud
Until the body collapses
Minor synapses
Nightmares
Repent for your evil
Hope for the best
What did you give me?
Everyday I run out of trust
Somewhere in mind
Consciousness is me
It's almost my time
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm fine, im okay but what am I really doing?
- Category: Spiritual
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