O' how sorrowful it is to be loved and not have a lover,
grattitude is always present in this heart,
but missing is where most of my heart resides,
like a tract in a city full of sin,
i get tossed away w/o even a glance,
this world full of bright lights and dark shadows,
cannot ever justify the blood i have cried,
for these tears are righteous,
and these hands are clean,
i am who i am because of what i am,
not what many wish i could be,
sad is the day that the meek become the judges,
and horrible is the consequence of a harlot,
sweet beloved,
this is your day of regret,
not mine,
but yours,
here in my heart,
the words of my enemies dwell,
hidden from the world and growing inside of me,
i am revenge,
this is love,
this is hate,
but most of all,
this is a promise!
 
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