unholy lust.

Frustration and anger,
Lust kills thy meekest hearts.
Amend those wounds,
Stitched up by thy own liking.
Never to be looked at again,
Hidden lies unravel in their end.
Don't mistake unconditional love for forgiveness,
Haste those around us.
Forgive the unknowledged,
Unthinkable fathom lys ahead for them.
Killing thy hearts with thy own hand,
Floating through their time thinking unnoticed.
Wrath from above pointed out,
Those who self satisfy.
Purity is lesser to find,
And unholy ground we ponder upon.

By:Elise Miller