I must confess Ive done again, <br />what man considers mortal sin. <br />Traded my joy for a life, <br />so thrilling is a sacrifice. <br />All are virgins in their skins, <br />when tasting of my evil. <br />For their pain starts, <br />where my pain ends, <br />no rebuttals no retrievals. <br />The things Ive done with my two hands, <br />sickens dead the most of man. <br />You cant begin to understand, <br />the blood upon my fingers. <br />Makes no matter wrong or right, <br />everyone deserves to to die. <br />Judgment isn't sacrifice, <br />its where that line begins. <br />Death beheld and you'll know when, <br />you are a virgin in your skin.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-beheld/
