Cursed
Imperiled not with registries default
God's seamless centering, a placate of my vault
that hauls this priceless cargo, faith's result
to give away or own, my thought's assault!
Consistent, this curse ages, spreads its malt
to thicken life's dissension, mine revolt!
The time be now, no edge-way can occult
and bring to ruin God's plan for my consult!
Still chosen, though the voice of fate's insult
is erring, mainly focused on God's halt,
my enemies injustice, rueful salt
does reason only temperance, I exalt ~
God's covenant, obey . . . masters my fault!
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