Army Of My Sins Poem by Layla Stone

Here I am, running far,
Running under sun and star.
I flee in desperate fear,
Knowing an army marches near.
I hear the army's march stop and start,
Pounding with the beat of my heart.
The army hovers in my soul,
Eating away, leaving a dark hole.
I know I can never outrun this army,
Who comes to show my sins to me.
I choke on tears as they start to flow
And came to a halt and face my foes.
In my army marches everyone
That have ever suffered for the harm I've done.
My crimes against them can't go unpunished,
Though time and time again that's what I wished.
I must pay for my bad times,
For all my sins and all my crimes.
I look back on all my hate,
Then close my eyes and accept my fate.