Poem
You are diseased
Angry is getting intense
You want to kill
Kill, kill
Prayer
Dear God
I know not why I do this.
My wicked nature hurts but hear me.
I still write of beauty yet my beauty hurts.
I have war in my blood. I am a man of wickedness.
I want to kill and hurt those who are innocent.
I fall to my knees for you. You are my savior.
Help - Amen
"A violent man entices his neighbor and leads him down a path that is not good". -Proverbs 16:29
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