by Linda M. Crate so long i have seen myselfthrough the dirty lensof your eyes,but i am not not the villainyou made me out to be;and you are no victor or victimjust an insincere devil untruemasquerading as an angelperhaps you miss heavenbut you’ve fallen—you lamented once you used to knowwhat people wanted,but i think you forgot your soulwas gone along Read More