Sins

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    Sins
    Death and Despair
    surrounding my
    barren life.
    A body there a body here.
    Death makes life
    worthless.
    We have no power.
    We are under Death's
    unforgiving hand.
    This suffering fills my
    life and no one knows.
    your life ends and you're
    thrown in a dark abyss
    called Hell, to forever suffer
    for your sins.

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    Christina13 commented on Sins

    01-10-2009

    Again another poem, with vivid imagery. I can’t wait to read more. I think you have good chance (just from what I read) of being a well known writer. Christina13
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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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