Insurge
Though comatose,
i reflect on those,
grim spirits of disaster,
some do claim Abraham an Moses,
That God is yet their master,
Slaughter cannot be divine,
a bloody karmic pantomime,
the will of God does make it shine,
I will ask in the hereafter.
thank you Mr Maverick's "Insurging".
Don Johnson
God is used to justfy,
selfserving sods misquote the why,
to serve their point of view with passion,
and overstep their rightful ration,
oftimes...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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