beyond limit

these days I question more and more my faiths and what their purposed for while evil grows to breadths unseen beyond, it seems, where it has been oh grant me sense and help me live with deep, dark things I can’t forgive those angers towards the culprits of coarse misdeeds done to those I love hushed secrets banned from leaving lips that sink sweet souls and hearts like ships unblemished spirits stained and drowned by friends and folks with greed unbound I’ve tried so hard through love to free those hates that seethe inside of me but I’ve not now or e’er such sweep for sufferance that broad or deep so … I’ll hand them up to grander strengths a Grace that knows no walls or lengths and pray that such is pardoned me … the wealth of wrongs … I’VE brought to be.