the tainted lips of the devil
kissed the serpent, now there's trouble
even with warning i turned into eve
birth of the deadly sin greed
in the end best by lust
never ending pattern bites the dust
fix it, in god we trust
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Poems from the Dark Room
Poetryhere's just some poems i write when i'm sad or in a mood. They're really sappy but i like to share them.
