I have been dead so many times.
My mortal body can handle this hate no more.
I was in the flesh, the motion of my sins.
Those sins take occasion by the commandment,
Deceived me, then by it..killing me.
Wrought in me all manner of concupiscence.
I can feel Me. A wretched human being.
I let desperation stole my soul.
Who can deliver me from this body of this death?
Whenever I would do well,
Evil and hate are present with me.
And now..where am I?
Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013
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