My sin, my holocaust

by Angel Demetrice   Mar 5, 2008


I'm unsure of who I have became
I have failed God's master plan
In the shadow of the night
I see the future wander from my sight
I'm searching for answers I have lost
Buried in the rubble from my own holocaust

I never meant to bring so much pain
All I saw was what I could gain
I made a profit from extermination
Playing God's role in procreation
I have sinned beyond what i can repair
And gained a hundred thousand mile stare

I see not the fortunes I have made for myself
As my hope for forgiveness seems to fade away
I sold my soul to the hands mine own greed
Little did I know I had planted a seed
My sins burden into my empty battered heart
All I have built is falling into despair

The ashes of Jews fall down like lead
And I sigh in relief; gun to my head

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