My sins

Clam rage pads the eyes that view my life's work

                      Cooling waters cascade the pain's that lurk

Within the walls that contain the bleak memories.....of what was...what is..

                      Subsumes the madness and bliss, of what I will miss

Confusion once rang inside my ears

                       but the silence never fears

When I'm gone and peace has filled my space

                      My sins will not exist toward this place

The End

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