The Siren Call
We choose our destiny,
where we are born
and to whom, for God
is just (all loving) giving
us chance to repent,
from our last journey
spiritually bent, skimming
the surface of hell....
This world created by
us, for us, our purgatory
to rise higher or further
fall, it is the siren call
of a wayward spirit –
environmentalists need
not worry, the world
surviving so long as there
is evil....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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