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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1481360
how feel ever so often
By the blood of my hands i am guilty by the soul that cries rench by sin i am lost by whatis leftof my soul i am dead by the voice of my mother i am condemned by the hands of my father i am convicted by the teachings of my brother i am a heathen by the touch of my conscience i am the devil by the music of the church i am a demon by the breastof man i am a monster by the sound of my mind i am a murder by the breath of my family i am insanity by the words of th law i am criminal by the thuoghts of strangers i am a convict by the scares of my past i am a prisoner by the markings of my present i am cursed by the reminder of the future i am in solitery confinement by choices of others i am a psychopath by the actions of some i am a nightmare by the memory of few i am unforgivable by the screams of women i am a rapest by the mones of men i am a hore by the love of children i am innocent in the eyes of the young i am a god by those about to berth i am a holey martyr but what would they know there only blinded by there innocence
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