Poor Bugger
We are with soul attached, the same spirit
life times without end till death.
spirit
intervenes try's to control the body its in,
And fails due to passion or anger .
So you don't get to heaven this time.
Do not join the father, you failed the test.
Man used logic I seek logic in resurrection too.
We come into our world with not a clue why we
suffer as we all do .
Subtle hey the not knowing your crime,
but your weakness bad deeds always shines.
Greedy fella poor bugger you
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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