Author: Mark Spencer
Iím what dwells in your subconscious.
I am your puppeteer.
I have subjugated planets,
With envy, greed, and fear.
I master every soul I touch,
So virtue will not win.
Iím the consequence of knowledge.
The sickness known as SIN.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie * (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, October 10 2011, 07:59 pm|
a deep Piece you mastered here Mark, I confess..
SIN has rooted itself in me lately..Can not seem to shake it.. a residue from a source that has... well should I say... managed to get the better of me....gets my heart to race..and tears to dispense.what a battle..you composed this true to its color..God Bless, Terrie
|Thia (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, November 4 2011, 02:05 pm|
That's what I said outloud after reading this one. Short but very powerful. It speaks to and about everyone. Love it! Thank you Mark
|barb (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, November 5 2011, 03:06 pm|
I like this it was straight to the point,no pussy footing around.
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