Forgivness Poems How Is My Poem Thing?Who Knows What It Means?

How is my poem thing?Who knows what it means? - forgivness poems

I meet his eyes, evil
I once thought that law was Fogiveness
But ignorance is the scar
I have no differences between the stupid or evil
I do not care if your sorry
I meet his eyes, Fool

I am courageous, their eyes meet
Am I out to right to your error
The waters are at par with the devil
With the change
I will try forgivness, revenge, or
I know you're the cabinet for worse, I find your eyes