Screwed up, fucked up
Let in the hate.
Eyes feeling weak.
I’m falling apart.
Should I assume that someone hears me when I pray?
Summed up, shut up.
Just leave and go break some bones.
Head full of rage don’t you lie, far away.
The puzzle isn’t complete.
I’m not the one who is wrong, I’m not right.
God full of hate.
Disrespect.
I won’t lie.
Neither will you.
But buy my soul.
Then I’ll pray.
Screwed up, fucked up
Let in the hate.
Eyes feeling weak.
I’m falling apart.
I’m falling apart.
So help me I will get you.
I can’t buy the love, then I will take yours away.
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Author:
Jalso (
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Comments1
Hnnn. So, the title being so, is the speaker a loyal servant to sin? It's a nasty poem. Rather fascinating and intriguing, but downright nasty,....and miserable too, it seems. Rather well-written, nonetheless. And for that, I enjoyed it a bit.
its about a loyal servant but gets nothing but hate in return
Seems to perfectly befit the servant of sin. Thanks telling me!
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