Paradise

Poem By Cristobal Benjumea

All you ever do is profoke me
The more you taunt me
The stronger my hate grows

Soon the tables will turn
and once more my hate will burn
The final hour has come

Your pain will sear
Your body will be scarred
No one will remember you
You shall be gone to oblivion

Comments about Paradise

it has some strong points and some weaknesses but i like it good job *Felicia*


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