Marcolorenzo Ruggenti Poet Rhyme

PITY FOR A POOR SOUL

I am saddened, I am grieved
That you’ve become so sick, so diseased
Turning from God, the Light, unsaved
Criminal heart, morally depraved.
Be gone, out of my sight, away,
“I recognize you not”, I say

Oh what sadness, Oh what grief
What emptiness, a tortured thief
Made to kill by monstruous evil
Unaware accomplice of the devil?

I am saddened, I am grieved
To see your soul in Hell unrelieved.
What a pity, poverty of soul
Unknowingly malignant, wickedly unfit?
Tricks of mind, distorted reason
To gain advantage for your infantile delusion.

Masked as simple, meek and mild
Below a raging mad mind, a bad child.
I have nothing more to say or do
Flee from me, I want nothing more of you.

You are not of me, we cannot meet
Our paths are moving along a different street
The schedules we have, our plans, our guide
Are all of a different kind, of a different size.
Our hearts are beating beats of a different beat

Farewell my empty crafty entwining creature.
I see deformity in your every singular feature
The only hope for you is a divine miracle,
But that requires an open heart humble, plain and simple.

That requires God and Christ
Which you refused, I attempted twice.
So finally, I say, be gone from me
You are repelled, refused, incurable malignancy.

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