Your SinsA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenThere are some troubled people here.Your Sins Let darkness bleed from your putrid heart, an organ of black satanic pitch where the thick treacle of malevolence sets. There it sits heavy as you suffer the indigestion of hate and spew your vomit upon the sane world. But we are accustomed to such medical conditions and we simply deal with the aftermath of your hateful crimes, knowing perdition will be yours to consume at leisure.
08/06/15 © 2015 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 8, 2015 Last Updated on June 8, 2015 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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