Is The Verse Of Man His Own Sharpened Curse? ? ? ? ?
Have these words of wisdom brought a verse? ...
Are words of name calling, man`s own curse?
Lonely souls sadly taken...
Evil souls wrongfully mistaken
The holy spirit witnessed in jest...
Alcoholic spirits are bad to digest.
To later on, pass God`s own test.
Have the words of tongue caused the curse?
Mans demise, blessed is the word of verse! !
Words are as a double sided sword...
Spirited the word, a most profusely wounded, as scored.
Can the words so evil, be reversed of time?
Can a higher spirit hold truth to find?
Words spoken can change the spirit, forgives rearranged.
I would like to thank Micheal Gale, and Geoff Warden,
Who helped me with this poem.
Forever greatfull, Tracey
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