warning in my memoirs

if thou reads this i am no more with blackened wings and devils soar darkened kiss i bestow to thee thy angers mist does follow me retract thy claws with softer hands do not consume with hates demands let loose thy fury with angels bow bury thy hatchet with a wilted rose resist the urge to accept the hatred for innocence is by far too sacred control thy temper lock tight thy greed for emptiness thou does not need for hear thy warning forsee thy fate when one does fill thou heart with hate a ball and chain carry too much weight if thy fill with anger condemned thy fate so listen here and ever more heavens great and pearly door will not open for such as this thy broken soul that lying forever in thy hated mist cursed with hatred's blacked kiss