Pointing my finger,
It seems all I can do,
Put On the spot,
My blame is shifted.
But Saint Peter gazes,
My lies mean nothing.
Good point Cody. Bloody lies won't get you through the gates of heaven. Try a free pass - his name is Jesus; it works every time. Cheers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
titled brilliantly