jessyjames Porter Poet Rhyme

ByThe Spirits We Be

If we could sit on Gods throne, for just a day,
how many people, would we toss away.
 In our own vengeance, would we spare no pain,
with fire from hell, would we make it rain.
 Who would be left, who would we save,
and who might we bring back, from the grave.
 The truth is this, we sit on a throne each day,
as we cast our judgements, people get tossed away.
 In our own anger, hatred and pain,
our words of death, pour out like fiery rain.
 As many as we’ve destroyed, there’s as many that we can save,
bringing love to the heart, bringing back their life from the grave
 Take a look inside you, you know just how you feel,
when those words of death come at you, it’s the heart that they kill.
 Good or bad, right or wrong, night or day, life or death you see,
we’re flesh, and bone,  blood, and water, moved by the spirits, that we be.

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