*betrayed* Poem by kenya black

Your innnocent
Spring overwelcomes you

Hands held high
Above, above.
Is the King who answers to all

Laying in the deep road
Filled with acid rain

Pour down unto you
As wretched screams become your burden
You carry, your back becoming heavy

Down people are
You broke them
You killed them

How can you be forgiven?
Is there enough grace in this world to?

Oh, how I put my hopes in God's hands
He will protect me...
He will be there for me...

Only, betrayl awakens me
I found out from the rough patches of trust

Hear ye!
Hear ye!

Betrayl was once a seven deadly sin
Now it is a unforgiven pact...