I know that if I wish for hell
I shall receive it
Believing in one’s self
Only brings esteem
But on days likes these
At these times
When death stares at you in the face
You turn and sigh and think to yourself
My, what a disgrace
You ask for hell
You received it
Now where are we?
At the bottom of the pit?
Or above the welcoming flames?
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Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
