Anguish i ache

Hatred is growing
Deep down,
It is howling

A shelter for ill will
It is boiling

No more innocent,
No more benevolent

What have i done

His pure soul,
I have stained
And his body,
I have destroyed

I am still in pain,
Yet it is in vain

Conscience was given

Shall it serve



Author: Venusian Cenobite

Do not read me if you get easily offended. Any antisocial material published under this blog is fictional and should not be taken seriously.

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