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My Soul Doesn'T Hold An Ocean of Perfection

Passing by the human wrecks of society Such tremendous inner discontent My soul doesn't hold an ocean of perfection yet not deprived nor desolate To reject such savage greed But close enough to vibrate my soul To cease finding myself in a cauldron of hatred and pettiness Because the sorrows of this life are not worthy....

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Pam Deremer

Date: 7/19/2016 2:34:00 PM

Very well said.

Connie Moraba
Date: 7/19/2016 4:30:00 PM

Thank you Pam..

Stephan McBride

Date: 7/19/2016 12:21:00 AM

Amen none of us are good until the Lord burns us away and creates within a new being

Connie Moraba
Date: 7/19/2016 9:22:00 AM

I'm not very much religious but I couldn't agree with you more.Life is a temporary suspension of destructive powers. We wonder why there's so much apathy and indifference in this world yet with so much want for fire and enthusiasm. We sit back and point fingers at one another because this world lacks leadership and that's why it's in Turmoil... Merci