Out Of This Guilt Poem by Zachary TaylorCreaor

The reaper comes to take your soul
In the dark of night
So praise the lord for yours to keep
Or you will soon then die
To relinquish all the sins you reek
Stab them ‘till you bleed
And when all the guilt drains out of your corps
Your soul Satan will keep
The only outlets are these razor blades
Piercing through your lies
You try to conceal all your guilt
Even if you live to die
The reaper gets inside of you
You’ve committed suicide
Now you’re laying dead and have bled out on the floor
The guilt you cannot hide
Your pain is let out
Now Hell is about
To cast upon your soul
You’re Satan’s slave under your grave
In the pits of Hell you’ll shout
God come down and help me for you have not given me way
(Out of this guilt!)