I am the pain disguised as a human,
the devil camouflaged as an angel,
a king in a slave's dress,
I am the soul of deaths,
O'my murder scene,
how could I describe?
if artists failed to capture you,
my sins o'my sins, assassinated me,
the roads of fire, I strive,
from sorrow I am alive,
and What is a man without a grave?
but ashes that burn in haze,
who would bury me?
who O'who would carry me?
that even devils have aborted me
and angels have isolated me,
O'my murder scene......
fly me to heavens,
as I have no man but my grave,
O' I've been executed,
For killing myself, convicted,
That my soul had a right on me,
And I promise you my one and only,
I'll be a better man in God's Hands,
Call on the angels of death,
I surrender my soul,
and no longer I'd fight you,
Over the grey and the blue skies,
green or faint graves,
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Burning Papers-love poems
PoetryThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
