Flourish Date: Thursday, 1st January 2009 @ 07:25:43 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: crow ...and I do detest the sins and with heart.. god-almighty don`t be frightened, I can only be what you make me. I have had My victims and "hides stretched on walls till the curtains reeked and the Sun burnt me. In the trial days I flourished and notched the boat-side with some form of regret. There is no pedigree no lasting "saying.. We all speak together at different intervals. ...but I am a man that refuses to lay-down with dirty hands, in soiled clothes....Vincent This poem is Copyright © crow Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=147167