Poems from OBADIAH
They say the human mind is a piece of work, easily controlled by the devil like a fish driven in by a hook. But God am I the bait or simply...
I'm not one to hold grudges I don't care about the hype. I've come so far and you know I'm not the vengeful type but I still can't believe...
For too long this grudge has taken hold. A clear contagion and there's a man overboard. I see hate, I see pain, and disdain. Society sees...
How did it feel to wrap your hands around him and strip his innocence like meat off the bone? How does it feel to know that for fifteen...
I've been alone, I've forgotten the taste of company. Trapped in these flames for what feels like centuries. They say you bring everlasting...