Its Raining
How many “good” deeds were done in the earth. Believe me,
it wasn’t all bad. No one counted on Noah’s preach being right.
ITs RAINING
Alive and well whilst hell’s on fire.
Whistles and bells, I know you hear!
Your sole is hot, the coals conspire.
That breath could be your last to fear.
“I did a deed that’s good! See that?”
Your chest thrust out…they’re adding up.
What does God see, previewing stat?
The question is, “What’s your back up?”
Are you a god? Beat your record?
Mere man, what can you do - that good?
Do you think you deserve award?
Do you rely on stone and wood?
We are cursed men who miss the mark.
Caught in deluge, except the ark.
5/10/2023
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