[Even in Hell]
Bodies surround me
like the dust to the land
For this hell is getting
over populated
For there is a church on
the north side,
Killing spirits each
sabbath day.
'Massacre' vividly describes
this crime
Of a pastor who uses the
bible as a knife
Or can I say, a sword
To kill young souls with
false sermons.
But in truth, factual truth
Those youths don't know
it
But their spirits are in hell
burning down into ashes
But in truth, factual truth
I've witnessed it
The burning of young
spirits
'Cause I was a victim.
For believing the lies they
tried to cement in my mind
'That I was hated by the
creator'
But he loves me more than
my own kind
For he saved me so many
times before
And even after I realized
that I was in hell.
Trapped in the vacancy
of my absent self
Away from what I've
always known
To be right,
To be truthful,
To be adorned.
He rescued me
In the burning hell!
He save my soul
Time and time again!
After the pastor said
'He didn't love me'
My creator came into
hell for me
After my ex-lover
slayed me
Time and time again!
He rescued me even
in burning flames.
So I'm assured that
when the breeze
kisses my face
I can say!
That I can truly loved
today.
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Even Murderers Die
PoetryAuthor: Jevaunie Patterson Poetry Type: [Narrative Poetry] Book Status: [In-completed] Book Editing: [In-completed] This book showcases my life though murders, suicides and deaths (I support none of those things). This book examines some events tha...
