I am mean. That's an understatement. I am evil? Now that's who I am! An enemy for the human race;the dark side of everything. I hate love and life; but I could be sick of who I am as well. If I had gone missing, would anyone find me? If I had died, would anyone shed a tear? What is my legacy? My worth? My purpose? NOTHING, is what it is...Nothing. I have no rights nor reasons to live! I need to disappear, if it means through a sin. After all isn't that, what we do to people like me? We attack them and kill them. We torture them and execute them. If I repent for my sins, will God even forgive me? I fear He will not, for I am the SIN. Give me a gun and I'll pull the trigger against my head. Give me a knife and I'll slash it through my neck. Give me a sword and I'll stab it through my core. Give me a vile of poison and I will drink it all. To my loved ones, may you be safe always. And to God I ask with my last breath. 'I plea to You Dear Lord, forgive me for me
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Sin
RandomI wanted it to be a poetry but I rushed it. Although, it has tons of flaws and it's not as good as Edgar Allan Poe's works; I'd dare say this may be my best work ever. Probably my last as well as I'd be stopping writing. (I suck at this I admit.) Th...
