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Sinned Earth

Earth enriched in sin
Bears the weight of those to blame
For upon this bloody scenes commence
As above, skies observe in shame.
And as these fall hard the ground
Pity alone is felt, for those ever resting
Though to steal a life, and yours be stolen
Is worth of only shame.
Death appears so clear and nigh
It is all this fortune fetches
And as I await my name for call
This I write, and this I wrote
For my death so clear and nigh.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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