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Guiltless Sinner


From death I rose.

From the ashes I come

I will tell thee of my spiral into insanity

Letting the burning sin of the one I loved crush any humanity I preserved

 

Time slipping by losing myself in it all

Falling deeper and deeper and deeper

The pages of my story have yet to begin

Keeping quiet for I have just arrived

 

Gazing upon yonder scaffold

I lay my eyes upon the sins of mine matrimony

Only for but a second our eyes intertwine

I praley ask the man who stood next to me

‘I pray you, good Sir,’ said he, ‘who is this woman? —and wherefore is she here set up to public shame?’

Townsman response, ‘else you would surely have heard of Mistress Hester Prynne and her evil doings. She hath raised a great scandal, I promise you, in godly Master Dimmesdale’s church. ‘

From the shock came something much deeper

A sinister presence over my shoulders now consumed my rationale

Almost as if the devil himself personally saw

The bearing of the fruit that is vengeance

 

Fast forward to midpoint

Tending to the sinful sinner

The guilt and the pain,

How I enjoyed the knowledge of his sin

Crept into his soul, leaching of his guilt

Witnessing the scarlet that blanketed his chest

Just as  he left in the night

The sin of three upon yonder scaffold

Vengeance over the criminals

I danced  the evil of the devil

The the attempt of leave, I partake in the ride over the ocean of sinners

 

Pause, the end of this story

Hello to the man, child, and woman before me

I wish to tell you thine  tale of darkness past

The secrets I’ve  known for all these years

I will tell you the truth of my vengeance

Just listen to me to relay your sorrow

Becoming one with  the darkness behind me

These people tried  to make sense of my life

Molded by the growth of obsession

Burned by the anger of jealousy

The man and woman with scarlet laying upon their breast

Redemption left my hands

The will of living no more

 

Smalll elfish child Little pearl little pearl

I give you all I have to atone my obsession

But your parents I will forever despise

My obsession consumed me

The devil himself claimed my soul

Spiral into insanity

Riddle me this now knowing of my tale

Such youth i loathe you

Do you still think I am a guiltless sinner

 
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