Apart from your mockery,
a shame is held within doubt,
sorrows bleed for truth,
when pain unleashed by whom are wicked;
But i swear that it would be painless,
for a reason where it stood by,
waiting on Death as it begs for souls,
since pain would seem ridiculous to sustain;
By your words, it would have been fair,
as selfishness was your true cause,
a word of faith wouldn't suffice,
as your doubt was to unimaginable;
A world without pain,
as what i describe your world to be,
by then you would realize your true color,
where pain spreads equally to your desire;
Keep reasoning until you're fulfilled,
for such words of an apology,
is wicked as it seem for whom you are,
as this vengeance won't tolerate,
with your sympathetic desires.
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