Part of the psychic poem project. If this touches you, please let me know.
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Vemonous ghosts from the past haunt you still
In the living daylight and in the dead of the night
Cold and cruel from the ones you abused you shall never be able to escape
Tortured for now and always is the punishment that you have earned with your wicked ways and callous, uncaring attitude
Over and over again they tried to change you for the better, but you just laughed and pushed them all away
Rotting corpses now shall rise from six feet under to prepare you for your premature, yet long overdue burial
Scheduled for tonight at the unholy stroke of midnight's ghostly hour
2008 Ramona Thompson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem