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Unbaptized Poems - Poems about Unbaptized


Unbaptized Inside Us

Without religion,
  where would we hide 

What would be our reason,
  could souls justify

What would excuse the killing,
  cleaning deaths stain away

What would forgive tomorrow,
  for the sins of today

Without preaching dogmatic,
  what weight to our words

While unbaptized inside us
  —awaits the true Lord

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
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Categories: unbaptized, religion,
Form: Rhyme

Unbaptized Words

Certificate unsigned,
  pen firmly in hand

The bliss not for barter,
  its insight free-stands

Faith and acceptance
  may go where they please

To my grave and beyond,
  the verse teaches and frees

No savior I ask for,
  forgiveness I shun

Redemption for others,
  new ink on the run

Till one day uncovered,
  hidden deep
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Categories: unbaptized, words,
Form: Rhyme



Unbaptized Words

Certificate unsigned
  pen firmly in hand

The bliss not for barter
  its insight free-stands

Faith and acceptance
  may go where they please

To my grave and beyond
  the verse teaches and frees

No savior I ask for
  forgiveness I shun

Redemption unspoiled
  new ink on the run

Till one day uncovered
  hidden deep on
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Categories: unbaptized, freedom, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme

Unbaptized Inside Us

Without religion,
  where would we hide 

What would be our reason,
  could souls justify

What would excuse the killing,
  cleaning deaths stain away

What would forgive tomorrow,
  for the sins of today

Without preaching dogmatic,
  what weight to our words

While unbaptized inside us,
—awaits the true Lord

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
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Categories: unbaptized, baptism,
Form: Rhyme

Unbaptized Words

The contract unsigned,
pen firmly in hand

The bliss not for barter,
its insight freestands

Fame and notoriety,
may go where they please

To my grave and beyond,
the verse teaches and frees

No pity I ask for,
understanding I shun

My fortune unspoiled,
wolf’s mountain to run

Till one day uncovered,
hidden deep on the shelf

A message uncensored, 
as I wrote for myself

And that voice I was
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Categories: unbaptized, voice,
Form: Ballad




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