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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Of no worth



I am evil beyond redemption
my mind has been twisted from birth
the very first words that I ever heard
was, “he will never be of any worth”…
my soul has been sold to the devil
my eyes have been tainted by time
each day that has passed the better for ending
knowing the darkness will always be kind…
my heart is as cold as a dead mans
the blood in my veins has run dry
my memories to old to have any meaning
yet sometimes they still make me cry…
my home is just a place to feel lonely
never warming or comforting of need
I long to break out and see the sun shining
but I am tired of all I might see…
only the darkness can offer me solace
where evil will wait for it's time
then claim once more my life for the taking
until all that's evil is mine!








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