Apart of my darkened heart hurt, curses I blurt as my tears fall to the dirt, with a blood stained shirt from this enemey thats now burried beneath Earth, all my senses alert, gotta avert cops I need to assert a plan before all energy I exert, I walk along the outskirts til I hit paydirt, come along to a town where I insert a search for a holy church to be forgiven cuz my catechism was at birth, a cataclysm has risen in my rebirth into a man fully aware of his worth. Vyllain
- Author: Knoxvyll (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2018 03:52
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 118
Comments1
That is a good piece. Continue to write. The Lord has blessed you with a real talent.
Persistence is key
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