Vermilioncore
Fear…
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A poem I wrote about my suffering which will never end and when I’m burning in hell with Satan, I will recite it.
Clouds gather around
It rains upon my life
My bed is underground
With the needles from the pine
I cry out every year
For freedom from this pain
And bathe within my tears
Much warmer than the rain
Ugly and unwanted
Death has never spoke
But, I can hear his sadness
And Woe is his oath
Give it unto me
All the grievance and the pitch
Give this unto me
All my grievance in the pitch
Give into him
With his wager black as pitch
I take his hand
And off I am
To suffer once again…
Clouds gather around
It rains upon my life
My bed is underground
With the needles from the pine
I cry out every year
For freedom from this pain
And bathe within my tears
Much warmer than the rain
Ugly and unwanted
Death has never spoke
But, I can hear his sadness
And Woe is his oath
Give it unto me
All the grievance and the pitch
Give this unto me
All my grievance in the pitch
Give into him
With his wager black as pitch
I take his hand
And off I am
To suffer once again…