The sermons were the same for so many years.
The preachers were to blame for so many years.
Words on hell and grief of graves.
Words on hell and furnace of fire.
Eternity still separated to pain and joy.
Eternity a subject I had given up on.
What is hell after life,
When life itself is hell.
What is hope for eternity,
When forever is now a burden.
What is joy and pain,
When all emotions are drained out.
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HOPE
PoetrySometimes we pray to what we believe will answer us. Sometimes we put all our trust, hope and faith in our believe with no doubt and sometimes we are left broken with no hope for amendment, we are left in pain with no reason for our suffering, we ar...
