A shriveled black heart, even as he confesses his sins to the priest.
Promises whispered with trailer-trash breath.
Bent to destroy and cast away what is of little use
...the devil in soiled clothes.
Sick little thing,
I'd have mercy on him, listening to his false pleas for forgiveness,
...if only there was a soul to forgive.
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Here is a selection of my poetry, writings and deep insights- not without a rant or two. I feel I have something to share with others and hope that you can learn from what I post here...also I hope I can learn from you as well. Pax sit semper vobiscvm!
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