Category : Poems

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Hast thee no heart?
Doth thee lie for thine own lust?
Fervor shall not be matched.
Hiding behind thy guarded shield.
Thy mind twisted in hateful draw,
thy soul lost unto greed.

Angels turn facing far from thy wickedness.
Vain art thy choices,
littered amongst the sins of man.

Doth thee shut thine eyes unto God's grace?
When thy soul departs from this earth.
Shall thee not yearn to glimpse thine savior's face?











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