Conflicts Picked To Play Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Blessed are they with kept faith.
Praying and remaining to do this,
Everyday to stay that way.

Conflicts and them picked to play,
Will not begin to end...
In minds fed to feed on them.

What has begun,
Leaves no demon to win.
To claim victory for these misdeeds.

Since 'all' conflicts picked to play,
Are beginning to betray those minds sick.
And witnessed self-inflicting,
An evilness God arrives to finish.

Blessed are they with kept faith.
Praying and remaining to do this,
Everyday to stay that way.

Blessed are the ones who pray,
For that day to witness...
The work God does.
And just how mysterious God is!