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My Sweet Sins

The rank smell of Death, Still in the air Hate evermore has formed my fate. These tendrils like knives, cut open my heart, Now I cut Them, and my Demons I ate. I wipe the face that's no longer mine, yet evil remains. I will never be saved, for I killed Them, committing unforgivable sin. They killed me in a way that remains, Oh Their pain tasted sweet, Like forgiveness and love. I've tried Them all, and They all tasted sweet.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 11/8/2014 6:49:00 PM
You seem to gravitate to the darker side of expression. I find that interesting considering responses you have written seem to have a gentle softer feel to them. That makes your writing all the more intriguing.
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Trinity Biles
Date: 11/8/2014 6:59:00 PM
Well, I'm delighted to see intrigue from you. I take as a large compliment. I am one of the nicest people I know, not to sound conceited, but I treat everyone with love, affection, and respect. You never know who needs it. I just neglect treating myself the same way most of the time. Blessings Richard. -TJ