Poetry.

Mind not my Lord!

For I ain’t the doer of sin,

the one who disguised himself

and buried the ones I loveth,

I slaughtered him neglecting

he was my kin.

I doubteth not he was cultured in hell.

Who turned to be the keeper of it.

Reigning in fire and damnation,

crucifying the longevity 

of the clear conscience,

with their blood to himself he feeds.

I slayed him for the sake of mankind,

for the sake of my weeping siblings,

mind not my Lord,

for I doth not deem myself a sinner-

Sinner- the inward purity of human

one who hath killed.

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  • wonder on Apr 8, 2011

    A lovely expression.

  • CHIPMUNK on Apr 9, 2011

    great work

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