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mother and father always told me that there would be days
like this...days where the heavens pour out their feelings for
those slain by the constant pain of the burden that god had
placed upon them. As its not like the heavenly father meant
to bother them with task that he wouldn't dare ask his own
children to handle, for i'm not one who normally flies off her
handle as i have known my father and mother to look towards
each of us to see who they could trust with the upcoming duties
of the will fall like the tears of a world that realized that in reality
the backs of mortals as weak as moist cardboard. I question if I
were to fall would my kind stain the streets of heaven with their
grief? Would they burden the mortals to remember me even if
i was nothing more than a murderous war-bound prophet,
prophesizing while profiting on the souls like any other merchant
of death counts the amount of coinage as their profit. But in the
end i am a sin, an angle....fallin of course but a being that could
never win as all faults of humanity are pinned upon me and my
kin dreading our existence instead of accepting the fact that we
(who are always told to come in when the storm hits) are still kids
playing in the rain as many others did.
authors notes: the wayward sins poetry is still fun and i do love looking at the world in a new light but looking back i wonder where my poetry will go from here, and what will be next in my long march to 1k but as long as i have great artist and homies who continue to inspire me like this i think i'll be fine. so always thanks jolly and be safe keep up the awesome works and i can't wait to see what you come up with next .