I’m a POS


I’m a POS
I have killed I have hurt
I have felt the flames 
Awaiting for me 
When I die
There’s no way in saving me
For evil inside me survived

I walk the streets and people stare
They can feel the evil from me
As they point and stare
Hide every one and lock your doors 
I hurt everyone that I see
I can take away your laughter and joy 

I am scum I am evil 
I have pushed people away 
I have hurt people I love 
I’m a POS
I have killed I have betrayed 
The ones I love 
No one wants to be near me

When I die the people will rejoice 
That POS is gone burning in hell 
He made that choice 
I’m a POS 
Only time will tell 
When I will be sent to the depths of hell 

I will pay for all my sins
Burning in hell
Suffering never ends
I deserve what awaits me
In the flames of Hell
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Agustin Avatar
April 5, 2025 at 10:58 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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