The Perils of the World
THE PERILS OF THE WORLD
When the truth is born, lies die.
The perils of world are caste.
To those who desire a greater aspect, the birth of concepts is conceive once again.
The liar will manifest in iniquity.
Counter-clockwise the table turns.
No warning has been given to anyone.
Then again, all know right from wrong.
Transgression will form even when the universe is rightfully shown.
A brick wall without reflection damned as hell.
A man with no principality is the resident.
Of course, he had choices; however, he did not chose well.
He wished upon and now he dwells.
The world is foolish to know that peace is given by the omnipotent.
Therefore, the perils of world are caste once more.
Gist, fools come unto God.
Yes, you were born to be free.
Yet, you have cause your tribulations and trepidations of today.
Repent your sins and refine your religious ways.
Therefore, the miseries of the world will fade away.
When the truth is born, lies die.
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 03, 2014 @ 12:49 A.M. EST!
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