a lamentA Poem by Nathaniel Taylortitle should say it
I bring solace to the damned
Comfort to the weak and weary Love to the sad and lonely Relief to those who are old and in pain Freedom to those who are incarcerated Good news to those who have no hope I bring good to a harsh and evil world And yet I feel nothing for my own I am the softer kind of evil The foster son of the only devil I am Memory and so I remain True of heart and without personal gain. © 2010 Nathaniel Taylor |
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Added on March 6, 2010 Last Updated on March 6, 2010 AuthorNathaniel TaylorWilrijk, Antwerp, BelgiumAboutI'm a 20 year old Belgian. I've written all sorts of stuff and would like your comments. Anything you would like to know about me personally, you can always ask. I'll try to answer each question truth.. more..Writing
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