Rancor Only On Earth
I can this say about Rancor:
Not where Lord God’s Heaven anchor.
Self have I flung at blind squabble
And home returned with fat trouble!
My forgiveness tradition bent;
The implacable one for rent…
We stop living when dead angry
The blood-thirsty for Red hungry
“Pay J shall his mortuary bill
And corpse cross intervening hill!”
But what of Heaven’s Gate Saints cross?
If you don’t, it is a great loss.
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