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My Life, My Trial

Darkness has many secrets
But daytime shows all
My life is torn to pieces
But I will remain strong
Angels sing above me
But demons drag me to hell
I see my life before me
Like I’m under a type of spell
I await my trial in my cold, dead heart
And whisper these lies that will tear me apart
But when I am free, then you will suffer
My blade will go through your middle
And your blood will cleanse my torture.
This is my Life, My Trial
The plead for innocence is not for a while.
My heart is a cold, dead being
But my time has yet to be seen
So argue for your guilty innocence
While mine is to be guilty of conscience
So bleed from your mouth
And screw with my head
I will not rest until it is you who is dead.
I savor your inner-being
But it is you who will not be seeing
The lies and mockery of the everlasting soul
Will be yours to behold
In the Temples of Hell of which I am
Knowledge and power is mine to command

poem by Shaughnessy Turner
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