Two of the very first poems i wrote.

Bless your soul little one,
for though you fake your strength,
it is but a petty act.
Bless your soul little one,
for you say you could care less,
it is but a lie.
Bless your soul,
thy weakling,
Bless thy soul.
May your demons send you grace
and may your pain in hell be small.
Oh, Bless your soul thy little one.
For though you seem to have guilt,
your act of ignorance is greatly built.
Bless your soul,
Bless your soul.
May the devil send your way a smile,
and may the fires of hell dim.
Oh, bless thy soul,
little one.
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Are you satisfied by seeing tears drip from her eyes?
are your joys caused by her wish of death upon herself?
she seems strong to take your blows.
but i have seen the contents of her pockets.
brimming with tiny poison, held in secret.
enough to send her to God.
Your reason for all you say and do is lost to me.
What isn’t is the glee you have from hurting her.
But you went too far.
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