A poem I wrote during my 9th grade year of highschool. Yes, I was angry. c__c;

May god rein down on you,

and rip the life you well know you don’t deserve away.

May hell swallow your inner soul,

torture you till kingdom come,

even though you won’t be admitted.

Go to confession,

repent all you can.

Your evil ways prove you other wise than good.

Just hope Satan looks more kindly than I,

May God look more kindly than I,

but I am the victim.

You’ll never see forgiveness from me.

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