Dear Undear

I hope that

you rot in hell.

I hope you die

tomorrow.

But most of all, I think

I hope

your days are filled with sorrow...

Your sins be dark,

your heart be grey,

and all the world's love does leave you.

Be thankful 

I not lead such a way;

Or this hope could come to be you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do like and I understand the poem.
"I hope
your days are filled with sorrow...
Your sins be dark,
your heart be grey,
and all the world's love does leave you."
The above lines are known by the most of us. A angry heart and mind want revenge. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote