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Treat me with the hot headed you, I cool down;
Blame me for others' fault, I pray;
Twist stories about me, I play;
Fake things on me, I keep my crown.

See me as if all the time I suck,
Make me at fault as if I snuck;
Shame me there as if I have a crime,
Frighten me as if God is always blind.

I am far too weak to have your strength;
My mind's just too dumb to make me wise;
But God sees the truth and works at length,
Waits and makes you learn when it's time for your prize.



Poetry by Calyx Penning
Written on 2026-05-13 at 06:26

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