Being Disturbed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Disturbed



Solemn and quiet, wondering about the world and it's
situation.

Our peaceful and gentle civilization is being greatly
disturbed by a handful of people, claiming to be so
religious and believing in Jesus.

Going entirely against everything He stands for, they
have tossed aside the Ten Commandments.

Replacing them with their own misguided interpretation
using their flesh and incestuous desires to wreck havoc
on innocent and law-abiding citizens.

Monday, February 2, 2015
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