TWISTED WORD'S OF THE VOICELESS

I am bruised, I am ruined.

I am abused, I am ambushed.

I am bullied. I am pained with

some lies that was used.

You twisted my words for

me to be put to death, you

didn't consider my mental-

health; I thought you'd repent.

Many people are now suffering

from trauma, that you caused;

because of the lies, that have

spread themselves like a

contagious deadly virus.

You took the myth of your word's,

and made it up for my own ruin.

You took your time to plan my

death without cause; I hope you

read this as if it was my obituary.

You gathered people with your

lies, for you to be loved and

recognized; moreover laid traps

for my soul to be abducted, and

set fire to the rain; little did you

know that thunder knew my soul.

You turned the words of my

poetry writings, into something

that'd work for your conspiracy,

and many believed you, so poor

soul's without defendant may

live with fear and die.

Your creator is ashamed of

your deed's, after me how

many soul's are you going to

take on to the grave side

before their time?

May...