Facing the Music
From God, I shall see justice,
The misdeeds will be paid in full;
My errors will not be in remiss,
They finally will become spiteful.
I was innocent as a flying dove,
Time changed a decent heart;
A heart which was filled with love,
Suddenly it became mangled apart.
The fault was only mine for sure,
With a fighting chance I slipped;
I dived in lust and drowned in manure,
With this sin, I was densely whipped.
From God, I shall receive justice,
For living a life without substance.
Tuesday 16th October 2018
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