A doer of evil deeds
Selfish in the stead of Selfless
A wild wicked mind
A twisted and crooked heart
Did love escape through,
A clutched fist?
Did the angel of death deliver,
An old friend?
Did life steal your innocence,
Only to be replaced with pain?
Bearing witness to rotten fruits
Of your corrupt labor
To see the pestilence wrought
At the Arbiter's table
Two choices arise
Introspection weaves the way:
Tread further into the deep,
Embrace self destruction
Or
Allow redemption to chisel
Carving the flesh of the ******
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
A doer of evil deeds
Selfish in the stead of Selfless
A wild wicked mind
A twisted and crooked heart
Did love escape through,
A clutched fist?
Did the angel of death deliver,
An old friend?
Did life steal your innocence,
Only to be replaced with pain?
Bearing witness to rotten fruits
Of your corrupt labor
To see the pestilence wrought
At the Arbiter's table
Two choices arise
Introspection weaves the way:
Tread further into the deep,
Embrace self destruction
Or
Allow redemption to chisel
Carving the flesh of the ******
