Another Abominable, Shameless Sacrifice To Thanatos Poem by Hunter Hatley

I really try to keep my poems raw. If you could call them poems, I don't even like poetry, I just like writing it. I mean I guess I like some of it, but I feel like it's too specific to be meaningful. Like I don't want to hear about the joy of picking apples, but if you want to write about it, I won't stop you. I just love the stuff that's like, from the heart? I guess? Also the title is kind of off, Thanatos is a Greek god, but I really meant it as 'the personification of death' I was really talking to the devil. But, I guess it could technically make sense, make the poem about my own perception and I have a blurry vision of who the devil is. Sure. Thanatos also means sin, and that's what that really means. My main criticism of my own poem (lol) is that this is talking more about the fear of the devil than the Lord. Which I really don't want to steer too. Yeah, that's gonna take some thinking. I know I'm a unique individual (nerd emoji) , but I just know there's people that would love to hear this. I wrote this poem to show the true disgust and evil of repetitive sin to the best of my writing ability, which is impossible, so that you might go away when you are tempted by sin... or Thanatos lol. I love y'all! Even if no one reads this haha