The Devil'sA Poem by KA one line prompt from a friend
I could hear the screams of the dying,
The cries of the tormented, A voice in the back of my head. They begged for help, But I was powerless, with a heart of ice, I cared not for the damned. They stretched out pleading hands. Craving my mercy, Receiving their agony instead. I had no pity to waste on the broken. These were the souls I had won, And I would not free them. To hell they would go, Their sins as plain as day. © 2016 K |
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Added on December 8, 2016 Last Updated on December 8, 2016 |