Sick With Bile And Hate, They Stay Defiled. Wickedly They Prate And Pray In Denial. Though They're Worthless, I'm Still Worthwhile; Though They...
Sick with bile and hate, they stay defiled.
Wickedly they prate and pray in denial.
Though they're worthless, I'm still worthwhile;
Though they steal and kill and still are vile.
- Joshua Guillory
Friday, February 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
February 26,2021, E A.M.... victory and love :) living forever, I am always and or forever... :)