The unforgiven
Unforgiven who's to say don't speak now for your own sake casting down the flames to burn the unforgiven that will not learn it's nothing but a piece of flesh that walks that talks that carries the death of all the weak that fall too deep to ever leave it seems their soul fell down below they're sadden eyes for what they know soon to come the one that left The unforgiven so lost for death To catch the time it seems they find themselves awake to close there eyes would be there lives so they don't sleep but only weep. Poetry by Angela Aline Black 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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