Poem.It’s You’re Fate
Those tiny
victories
You believed
That you had
them all
Securely won
Again
In your mind
There you are
coming back
for more
The lies
you told
As the
revelations
Unfold
They now
seems to be
Lingering
with you
A symbol
of your
New day
Being born
In Sin
Being shaped
in Iniquity
Transformed
Into a new way
Facing your
fate
You thought
you had
The battle won
Can’t run from
Yourself
Life will always
Be the mark
Represented
by your
shadow
As it stalks
your every
move
Following you
with only
one thing
To prove
You have it
all to gain
None to lose
Can’t face
your fears
This life
is now
Can’t call
no truce
It’s not tomorrow
Stumbling in your
Sorrows
In this realm
There is no
make believe
What you give
Is exactly
What you will
Receive.
Put your money
In the bank
With hope of
Safety
And added
interest
Can one
put evil
Into life
Expecting huge
Progress
It’s appointed
Onto man
Once to die
After death
comes the
strife
Judgment.
Face your life
The love of
Money
Which the Bible
Says
Is the “root” of all?
Evil.
And the master
Of money
None other
Than the Devil.
Bless
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