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Death Spirit

The extinction spirit termination of the body, 
Sins brought the anonymous figure, blow by wind scatter
Like dust in the air, goes in, goes out from nowhere.

The sins hinder, untouched to the realm mode, 
The latitude unclaimed to the perfect sacred home, 
Though immortal, but dead in sin.

Shrill spirit burning on fire, murmuring in echoes voice
Hoping for freedom of existence, letting go of all 
Committed sins, asking forgiveness.

God watching in heaven mercy and love He endures. 
An understandable way man cannot explain 
The reason, to bring the spirit back to life.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
28 April 2006
9:45 PM
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Raynes Avatar
May 31, 2017 at 12:54 AM
this moment you've captured so well, another beautiful poem.
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