Spiritually Ill
In a spring breeze I feel content-
Nothing to do or say, except to repent.
Even as time continues to rob me of my life-
God's Holy assurance aides me in times of strife.
So let the harassment continue at your will-
Because in the end, you will be spiritually ill.
Note: for certain people @ A.C.
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