Guilt Ridden
I was wracked by guilt over
utter god fearing
evil I once
spread,
Along the way I bruised loved
ones with whom I
once broke
bread.
With starved emotion I shall
dig a hole in the sand
to put my
head.
I have learned my lesson and
now take back every
foul word I
said.
Yorktown Disciple
I was wracked by guilt over
utter god fearing
evil I once
spread,
Along the way I bruised loved
ones with whom I
once broke
bread.
With starved emotion I shall
dig a hole in the sand
to put my
head.
I have learned my lesson and
now take back every
foul word I
said.
Yorktown Disciple
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Along
the
way I
bruised
love
ones
the
way I
bruised
love
ones