Heart Condition - Poem by Timothy Branch
Contradict the plan for it, it will attack.
Block the hand of life's giver,
Expect its failure
The state of one's heart largely depends on its occupant
Peaceful, gentle loving one can salvage anyone
Selfish, sensual, lustful one can kill one
Which occupant are your captivated lovingly with?
Either way your life depends on it.
Choose wisely or be chosen
The autopsy done without incision.
Cause of death?
Obedience to the occupant who plays forever.
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