Treasure Island

Shiloh Shelton


Judgement Day


I have become so jaded about religon
based on the judgements you have made of me
You called me a sinner, but somehow
You won't forgive me

You won't even acknowledge me when you see me
but, close mutual friends tell me you sin just as badly
How dare you look at me with disgust in your eyes
Because of you, I embrace my sins ever so lovingly

I know I am human, thus, I come with many faults
I accept what I do wrong, and what I do right
Please don't tell me I am doomed to go to hell
Who knows what is out there? We may all just burn in hell

Submitted: Sunday, October 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013

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A tribute to a girl in college, who called me a temptress. The green eyed jeously monster stirs deep within.

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