Saints and devils,
My double life.
Rights and wrongs
My daily strife.
Bad wishes from friends,
Good luck.... by night?
Day lights tolls,
I still live for Christ.
To be and survive, really what for?
Receive and gain and forever want more?
I sit, wonder and watch the world deplore,
These are the croyances of my core.
Suffer now the stake of memories past,
A glorious glow through shattered glass.
Battered and bruised be the souls upon the this pulpit,
For though you may the Almighty will never forfeit.
YOU ARE READING
Perceptions Of The Sky
PoetryOnce your here, Your sure To SEE... The FragmentS of my Broken Heart Added Daily The War between The World and I , Wishes of Wilds, Of Me and Existence.. Kiss... Reality with Whim And Pray to Him That The End Is Not Yet Here...
