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Dark Poetry
A Dying Man I'm destined for the grave for my soul can not be saved from death's tight grip. I began to slip deeper and deeper into madness until they pull me away in my casket. I should have known these blue skies and peaceful nights would not last. How could live knowing my life could end so tragic that this life would never last that everything would soon collide and crash with my present and my past. In those dark pits, my soul will never last my sins will always come to pass. Can God hear my voice cry and sing pleading for mercy for only his hand can help me. I have lied and cheated throughout life never listening to those who preach about Christ. Do they laugh and mock now that I am apart of the devil's flock as my whole body begins to wither and rot.
By Winfield Brothers 7 years ago in Poets