Collecting Misery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crumbling world, falling into the cesspool of evil men
and their murderous styles of life.

Every day, causing unnecessary heartache and suffering,
bringing pain and helplessness to those undeserving of
it.

Collecting misery and holding it as a chalice of glory,
pretending that they are doing for God what in reality
they hold greedily in their own tight, narrow-minded
brains.

Never allowing a thought of goodness to enter or
penetrate their minds, losing themselves as they murder,
rape and maim so many others in life.