Morbid Poems

Morbid Poems

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Everyone wears mask everyday fighting a battle inside which we don't have any idea at all. Be kind always, they are distressed and bruised souls trying to stand life's uncertainty. Hope you enjoy reading my morbid poems. Visit my blog: morbidpoems.com
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They say in the end we always pay for our sins, that when we reach those pearly gates and judgement falls that we will repent for our ways and justice will be served. That by only believing in HIS sacrifice are we truly ever saved. But... what if you are the sin itself... what if your very existence was a sin... an abomination stained onto the fabric of the world with no say nor choice of your own. An anomaly placed within the hands of the ignorant to wield as their weapon of choice. A damned creation in search of a salvation that will never be your own. What if... despite your beliefs... you could never be saved...

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