The Plight Preceived
Lord, Agony knows no bounds
of sex or sect.
Flesh can not
hold the sainted heart
or stop the fall of death.
Lord, for agony knows no bounds
of sex or sect.
And yet joy, also,
knows no bounds and Earthly death
may yet bring its get.
Raul's Contest The Deposition
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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