Damned I-Be Poet Quatrain

Spitting On Life

Sadness and compunction rapidly moving
Combining the immorality with bad;
My mind soon will be distorted
Each thought composed drives me mad.

Before long each thought mingles with
Sadness and compunction rapidly moving;
Unable to change them into happiness 
Knowing there’s no hope to improving.

Wherefrom I  came and where I travel,
Too soon the darkness on me descends ;
Without receiving blissfulness permanently,
Contributing to intimidated amends.

Standing tall over sadness triumphantly
To life, I spot with hate confidently.

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