Slyly and deceptively to the dredge of hell.
The masses of sinners come.
At night they showed their true self,
But morning, they wore their masks of concealment.
Between the broken hearts scattered around
Someone, it seems, trusted them,
only to have them deliver hurt,
And stomp their hearts into pulp.
And each interaction they laden with sin,
Burry themselves deeper and deeper.
Trusting were those in their care,
Yet left abused and manipulated.
Broken promises and lost friends,
They sold it all for 30 pieces of silver.
They traded it all for their selfish hearts.
Their legacy tarnished forever.
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Laden with Sin
by Stephanie Daich
