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The Roads of Hell

A Poem

By Kaloriinn MasonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I've walked the roads of hell, often looking back,

never doth thine own feet did tarry, even for rest when weary.

Walking circles round at crossroads bound, until a choice had been found.

A sea of evil, and ocean of living corpse all around.

I walked on and on, once or twice, I paid a price,

pain cut deeper than any vice.

To pick a kindly soul from the ground, to not let a kindness extinguish,

I know twas mistake as only more suffrage did I make.

I walk alone, this ending road, where one day I shall bleed,

from this be freed, hell hath served its purpose,

it broke the kindly surface and left naught but coldly carcass.

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Kaloriinn Mason

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