passion consumes
like a fire
killing it's victim
with desire
hatred freezes
the heart like stone
and leaves the murdered
dead and alone
but passivity
is a death
that leaves the soul
to live without breath
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My Broken Hallelujah
Spiritual//collection of original poetry about my faith// When I am weak then am I strong. The Lord is my song and of him will I sing. Forever will I sing of his name and his Kingdom. Of him I will never be ashamed.
