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Forgetful man
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Dark Poetry I did nothing wrong,
I committed no crime.
I have been good for so long,
you can ask Sister McKline.
I prayed in churches,
and did charities.
I saw no Devil perched,
as he tried to seek me.
Now I am in court,
and accusations are made.
I try not to tort,
as the cards are laid.
My life grew shorter,
as the jury said "guilty".
I was charged with murder,
And I felt so empty.
I didn’t remember a thing,
when I woke up in my van.
I looked around and saw a bloody neck wrapped in string,
and saw my bloody hands.
