The Last Complain by Mason Carter

The Last Complain All your words as swords, Killed me on the inside, But beheaded I stood still. Condemned, thrown away, A silent death I suffered. I didn't scream or cry, For it was more than this. All silent and still I stood. It poisoned my soul to know, All my sweet adorations, Prayers and prostrations, All my cravings for you, What I as worship held, It has all been naught, But a sin to you. - Mason Carter