Poem: Corrupted

The guilty soul fears silence, The proud heart cannot sleep, Not a smile in envy was, Ever more than just skin deep.   The bitter soul devours, Yet still he wastes away, The thankless man is blinded, Though he walks in light of day.   The stingy soul will wither, The angry heart goes mad,...

Poem: Sweet Raging Denial

Violent shrieks from cursing mouths, A noise to numb the soul to sleep, The chanting of the idol crowds: “You are the wicked! Vengeance is ours!” The well of pride flows full and deep.   Anger boiling unconstrained, The fire stoked by itching hands, Inferno’s heat must never wane, The mind is safe when laying...