Diagnosis
Sickness and disease
Are the
Tool's of the Devil
It permeates' both reason
And time
Sickness hath have no mercy
But is built by design
To summons' das weakness
To weaken the mind
However,
The specter of precedence
Is richly, holy and divine
I resuscitates' the spirit
All the time
By the wielding hand
And mere
Mercy of the Great God
Almighty
GF
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
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