Less is MoreA Poem by Infernos Wretched
Fairly common thieves have the same analytic features,
a similar horizon of darkness and black smoke pouring through their senseless minds, as if their next steps are to put a guard over their cold hearts, to look for miraculous signs. Thieves beseech towards faith and joy, they cower their lives upon theirselves in their own abode, refraining from all the stories and lies they have yet to be told. It's as if they are frozen, being placed in fulguration; believing in questionable lucent limns that their innocence lingers inside their minds as if their minds are a graceful, lustful nation. Henceforth being malefic, suddenly being reborn into a mage, learning their enemies footsteps gracefully, yet willingly as if they are orgulous of their insidious sinful deeds like growling sage. When one gets caught, they wonder what they did wrong; it etches in their very minds like a tenebrous nocuous song. In the end, all thieves think they are so victorious while committing their crimes, they listen to every single twisted thought in their murderous perfidious minds. They ruin their lives when they make that very wrong choice, constantly acting selfishly and crazy, only because they don't take care of themselves, acting carelessly and committing the act of being very heartless and hazy. We all know right from wrong; our minds change when we think we have less, Not thinking we have more, and others we can bless. "Only by giving are you able to recieve more than you already have." ~Jim Rohn © 2018 Infernos WretchedReviews
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1 Review Added on April 15, 2018 Last Updated on April 15, 2018 AuthorInfernos WretchedN/A, TXAboutAlmost seven years ago, i made my first account on here. I'm Brit, really no need to know my age, just simply on here because i found my voice once again for many, many reasons. I started writing when.. more..Writing
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