GUILT
Inearth, Inearth, inearth, inearth, inearth
Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig,
Bury, bury, bury, bury, bury,
A monotonour repition of words,
A strong remorse and fixation of life
A repitition of the two,
Difficult to carry his sin, this guilt
his neck grew as if to avert his eyes from his own sin
and his body grew corpulant
as he disired death, the Red Queen....
Sicknes unto death but also an answer...
inearth, dig, bury, sin, death
sin, sin, sin, guilt, dig, dig,
bury, death, dig, sin, die
His neck grew...
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Poetry Of the Blackrose
i write poetry, its not the best in the world but its mine to write
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