CONDEMNED

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    CONDEMNED


    He looked inside his heart and found no love.
    A gaze into his soul revealed no peace,
    He glimpsed within to find out who he was.
    ‘Till by death’s angel will he be set free.

    A fitting end for he who’s claimed by hell,
    There is no crying, no regrets are found,
    A troubled spirit, cursing as he fell,
    Just darkness born of evil that abounds.
    A life is shaped by what one has perceived
    The lack of scruples is an empty cave
    Life’s worth is judged by what one has achieved
    Love’s absence digs a man a barren grave

    Fortunate is he who is blessed to live,
    Wealthy’s the one who has more love to give.

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    Sx9 commented on CONDEMNED

    12-16-2009

    great work of vibes,words and inspiration,some will never learn,message is straight ,,

    klassik commented on CONDEMNED

    01-26-2009

    i like very nice! congrats!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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