Tevin Wilson16yahoo.Com Poet I do not know?

Haunted Soul

Flies of misery
Eyes of pain 
stare my haunted soul
my lifes a plegful tub of hate,
with satans red hot coals

lord lift my soul from the devils hands so i will be your saint
an i can save my brothers soul from SINNFUL, LUSTFUL, HATE.
lord touch my mind and save my soul for all my familys sake.
so they will see my highest peak, 
on the mountain of a saint.

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Carolyn Devonshire May 1, 2009 at 8:39 AM This is a wonderful tribute to your devout faith, Tevin! It reads as a heartfelt prayer. Without faith, souls can be haunted for eternity. Best Wishes, Carolyn

Christopher Higgins May 1, 2009 at 5:48 AM Well done...nice writing.

James Marshall Goff May 1, 2009 at 4:18 AM ahhhhh!!! to exist on a higher plane of inspiration........well done!! tevin! you are on your way!! Jim

Frank F. Atanacio April 14, 2009 at 8:13 AM dark and loaded very well done

Nadia Shahwan April 13, 2009 at 5:37 AM Keep mesmerizing readers. All the best.

Robin L. Gass April 13, 2009 at 5:33 AM Very deep and moving introspection and heartfelt prayer. Your title is perfect for this insightful write! Great job! Welcome to the Soup!

Cheryl Mccall April 13, 2009 at 4:52 AM he hears all your pleas so raise your hands high as you seek the Lord..and you shall see the highest peak... Blessings to you & yours. Cheryl

Anthony Nutter April 13, 2009 at 2:59 AM Touched me deeply. What a great write. Nice job.