I hate that man without a sin,
He who has no grin.
That man who has no happiness,
And lurks within my dark abyss.
He who heralds no pride,
He who envies none.
He who has no lust for power,
No greed to take what's his.
No glutton to keep him alive,
No reason to seek his vengeance.
He who unlike sloth,
Is tirelessly there for others.
I hate this man,
For he was once me.
This man who seemed so perfect,
Was no man at all.
I hate this man,
For once he was a victim.
This man no longer is me,
For I am now myself.
This man without a sin,
Is a man without a life.
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
