"Ecstasy"
Your sins are sweet breads on wich i will feed i wont give the pitty in wich your soul needs, Your pitiful soul the angles can not save the only prayer uttered will be at your grave.
Connie A.
"Life"
If ignorance is a pool in which larva feed, I will not swim around in your hatred and greed.
I will wiggle and squirm to get to the topbecouse it will only be then that the anguish will stop. 
Connie A.
"Freedom"
I wish so much lov to take all your pain to stop all the tears that fall down like rain, But to free you would take way more than i have so the so the only way out is a black zip up bag.
Connie A.
"Thank you"
If hate were a branch on which to nest, The tree of life is where you would rest. Scratching and spitting you turn in your hate, When you step into hell " PLEASES CLOSE THE GATE".
Connie A.
"Sin Eater"
Oh can you tell me where i might find, the ecstasy and bliss in a Sin Eaters mind? For my true love rides as the warrior in black , i harbor a love he can never give back. So the darkness it churns in the depth of my soule, For all that is left  is in the Sin Eaters bowl.
Connie A.
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