cry me a river my poor soul to shiver against the burns that ravished in my eyes stuck like wound in my heart a piece of memory in the past relive it a thousand times to tear my flesh apart this soul is ripped this soul is sin this soul not knows the fearful rims
I believe sin is just lessons for us to be better. Few people can live a life without hurting or hurting others. Real sin is repeating the pain and damage again. The poem is strong. Type of poem that open the doors to conversation. Thank you for your outstanding poetry.
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Well, I agree as a poem, it works wutie well, I netiher believe that sin exists, and our souls, are immortal, so why ahve something that can destroy it, when it's ot possible, but a good read non the less.
The rhythm and flow just lends itself perfectly to the mood of your words... that painful darkness that sweeps over us as the world grows cold in our undone state... Powerful.
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