A Mortal Sinner

Metal4life on Jul 28, 2009

A poem about receiving consequences for horrible actions.

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Go ahead and cower in your corner

The truth will come out

You can’t escape your torment

The wages of your actions are due

Tie up the noose

Sharpen the guillotine

Forget the funeral march

You buried your own self

Don’t worry about saying goodbye

Don’t even make a sound

Erase your name from the book of life

You never even existed

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Poetic Enigma on Jul 28, 2009
Wow, intense and deep piece!
Thanks for sharing!!
Grace Kathryn on Jul 28, 2009
Your poem made me think about the many, many people who never existed.
toxicpixie on Jul 29, 2009
this is so vivid and thriving on almost insanity, this reminds me of someone who I wish never was this way it is so very disheartening when people become this way

Hi there!