When One Is Lost
In the deepest sea of heartbreak I sit.
Observing how Satan has not only taken
people's hearts and wits!
He owns each one of them, who do not
value all life.
They adore him as a spouse,trusts their
beloved wife.
I want no connections with people who
adore themselves.
They treat all, as if..tin cans on a shelf.
He has defunded people of their very souls.
And roams this earth each night with eyes
as red, hot burning coals.
Murder now, in huge numbers, is astronomical.
Satan's sons and daughters find this both
insignificant and comical?
Save me, Lord, from that horrible fate.
Hide me behind your wisdom and loving gates.
9/2/2021
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