The Agony of An Unforgiven past
- Tragedy Poem
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I carved my conscience on the wall, not mean but assured not to play victim. I godded my desires and fed it more pain to ignite fury.
Guilt out of the question, feelings to no will but to maim. Infused in a bloody bath, I rose to undo the clean slate for destiny and fate has turned It red.
Anger fed my taste.. With unquenchable desire to ruin . Havoc became my identity.
I spasm at the thought of creating pain, with wild thoughts increasing the rage.. Doting lines to connect my prey.
I avenge my past for the terror it has caused my future.
If I die, let my carcass be fed to the vultures for it will finally make my death useful to the animals since my life was useless to humans.
I was not born this way, The world created this beast in me.