Fade Hate Die Written On A Church Retreat At Age 13 Poem by Logan Rheinst
Fade Hate Die Written On A Church Retreat At Age 13
As I walk around I start to fade.
Living in this world of hate.
I see no reason for me to breathe.
So I'll slit my throat,
and fall to my knees.
Then onto the floor
in my crimson disease.
Not bad for a 13 year old. Maybe you should updat it and give some clues about why living in a world of hate is happening during a church retreat. Regards.
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5/2/2024 7:18:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah, the joys of Church retreats - nothing better to rip open your soul and see what survives... Good to see you made it, Jeff