From the rotten alley
You were taken to the throne
But
Why my dear
Your choice was so.
Promises become the bruises
Infectious name of faith
The same road is taken again
And now,
The staunch could not stop you
The rotten smell that your favors
Drag the same heinous dirt
on your face
Mind of the beggar
Mind of the liar
Or mind of the cheater
Create another path of the shameless life
Don’t you feel anything to be mortified?
Or
Simply nothing is good in your vein.
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Don't i feel the same most of the days? Man, this poem is packed with the sweetness of faith, man's doubts, the inevitability of sin.... Loving it....