Believing The Unforgiving Poem by B3k Baylon

Believing The Unforgiving



Hope not for this vagabond soul,
Who walks the Earth like a pitiful ghoul
Mercy to those she’d come across,
Will waste y’all without remorse

She that cometh with a curse,
‘wit her, ‘tis like riding a hearse
She laughs whilst the soul cries,
Cares not as the spirit dies

‘Tis naught but a dream…her whims
Mortal hopes she killeth from within

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