"The Soul"

Poem by: CanadianIdiot

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The Ominous Line - Part 1

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Submitted: August 15, 2009

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This soul is not for keeps,

This soul is but a toy,

For to punish and torture,

But not to destroy,

 

Call it your own,

Call it your friend,

Drown it in the water,

But savor it until the end.

 

This soul once was mine,

This soul once suffered under me,

Bring Hell unto it,

Bring Hell for all to see.

 

Call is sinning,

Call it a crime,

Once your harm that soul,

You’ve crossed the ominous line.


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