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beyond limit
these days I question more and more
my faiths and what their purposed for
while evil grows to breadths unseen
beyond, it seems, where it has been
oh grant me sense and help me live
with deep, dark things I can’t forgive
those angers towards the culprits of
coarse misdeeds done to those I love
hushed secrets banned from leaving lips
that sink sweet souls and hearts like ships
unblemished spirits stained and drowned
by friends and folks with greed unbound
I’ve tried so hard through love to free
those hates that seethe inside of me
but I’ve not now or e’er such sweep
for sufferance that broad or deep
so …
I’ll hand them up to grander strengths
a Grace that knows no walls or lengths
and pray that such is pardoned me …
the wealth of wrongs … I’VE brought to be.
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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