I'm speaking to destiny.
It is me.
The one who delves within bowels of failure.
black heart, black skin
The apitamy of failure.
Why must I be portrayed as failure.
Call me genocide.
I am the leech on the heart of the globe.
Torn by time
My story fortold
by you that's why they call you destiny.
Destiny, destiny hear my cry.
rewrite my story, if no,
Then Why?
I must know why you son of a bitch!
Why in the hell didn't you make me rich?
And why, in Gods name,
Did you curse my soul?
And tempt me here on this world with gold?
You tempt with lust.
You know I'm weak
Yet you lock away the answers I seek.
You seek to kill
So tell me why?
Tell me if I'll live or die.
Destiny, destiny hear my cry
rewrite my story or simply try.
Just tell me why I'm doomed to fail
Or tell me now is it Heaven or Hell.
I'm speaking to Destiny.
Please tell me what you think...
Comments
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Wow. This is indeed deep. It's almost heartbreaking that someone can feel this way.
"Call me genocide.
I am the leech on the heart of the globe." Very powerful lines that say som much on so few words.
The only errors I noticed were that apitamy should be spelled epitome. .. Gods - God's ... some words need to be capitalized, others not. Other than that, your writing is very deep, dark, foreboading and rich with imagery.
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i love this... so deep...
keep ur head up.. you never know what life has left for us..
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