In shadows lurk the wicked, both seen and unseen,
Not just in realms ethereal, but in neighbors keen.
How many souls commit deeds vile, devoid of remorse?
Evil incarnate, surpassing spirits' dark force.
Their hearts, tainted and black, revel in wicked delight,
Unrepentant, they revel in the depths of night.
More evil than specters, they roam this mortal plane,
Unseen, yet their sins shall bear eternal stain.
But time is a relentless foe, their conscience will awaken,
The weight of their transgressions, no longer forsaken.
Regret shall consume them, as sins come into sight,
Their wickedness exposed, in the blinding light.
So let us beware the evil that dwells within,
Invisible or not, its presence a mortal sin.
For even the darkest souls shall face their reckoning,
No refuge from their deeds, no escape from their awakening.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
