Ask

I know your thoughts, and I know your deeds,
I know your wants, and I know your needs.
For there is nothing, you can keep from me,
because all that happens, do I see.
And your sins rise up, and tempt me they do,
but my mercy endures, because of my love for you.
Yet I punish so that you may learn,
that from your wickedness, you must turn.
To change your ways, time I give,
so that you may decide, and choose to live.
For a time is coming, when spare nomore will I,
and I'll let you go, and you will die.
But before that time, I give you this task,
sin no more, and for my help ask.



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Written on 2009-06-28 at 00:25

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Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
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2009-06-30



If

I ask you to piss off and post your doom, and prophetic gloom, nicely rhyming poetry. somewhere they appreciate it...would you? If I ask nicely? What I hate about this sort of venting, is your apparent crystal ball that is able to Judge ALL so easily. If I were you, I would watch my step, avenging angel or no! be careful of that ego, you may just trip over it.

Have a happy sunday!

Tai, not smiling at you
2009-06-28