O' what I hate in this depraved world more
Than not to have a tongue to say the truth.
Beguile myself to have my eye a sore;
And act a deaf to pleas for genuine ruth.
What in this world more I tend to despise
Than to have quenched my thirst with others' tears.
A saint on act but a fiend in disguise,
To find a solace built by others' fears.
Which feeling in my heart more I detest
Than to have a will, but no hands to do;
And agony in my eyes manifest,
When others suffer in place of my due.
Sometimes I wonder if god do exist,
Then why bad ones not on his penance list.
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Sonnets For You
Poesia"Do read those lines of mine written for you; Those lines in which I shared my feelings true. And may in heart of yours form something new From rhymes of mine that bear a story blue"
