To follow just one man, no hand in hand,
Is to throw away what could of been yours.
Walking on water, footprints in the sand,
Belief, causes wars upon wars, yet endures.
...
Dove, dove, dove up high,
Way up in the darkened sky.
Like a grimace of Light,
In a shadowy world.
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God Hath No Fury
To follow just one man, no hand in hand,
Is to throw away what could of been yours.
Walking on water, footprints in the sand,
Belief, causes wars upon wars, yet endures.
Fearing of loss of grace, you changed the old,
I guess there's no Good Samaritan's left.
You changed the edict. now sin spreads like mold.
It seems wrong, or is my hope just bereft?
A Jonah to faith? A Judas to hope?
Am I not of ten righteous of Sodom?
Now all we see are just sinners that tope.
The age we live in; moral's hit bottom.
Why do you deconstruct your opinion?
Just to be an imagined man's minion?