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DEATH WISH

Have you ever been so angry you wished someone dead?
Have you wished dread on someone?
Have you ever said things out of anger that turned to regret?
Have you ever been asked if you ever committed murder?
Words you speak are heard.
Thoughts you think are read.
What is on your heart is felt.
When you wish someone dead.
You have committed murder.

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Barry...

I love yours too!

Thank you for your love and support you give!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Twisted Angel

Guess that makes me the worlds biggest mass murderer then....with the exception of some notorious dictators but hey am still young. Not sure exactly wot the poem is trying to say, EVERYONE thinks bad thoughts at times or has 'wished' somone dead...even if not truly meant....thought provoking write :)

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sparrowsong

Hello Twisted...

Words we say have power...

Thoughts have turned into action...

We are all human...

I have seen personally that words can feed cancer...

We are all going to die, but we have the power that sets up our own demise...

Our hearts can change, but we first have to change our thinking...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Kimmy...

Thank you for your comment...

Best wishes!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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