Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged - Poem by Owen Smith
The judgemental ones, who should judge themselves.
Are more distrought than those they judge.
Their soul implodes with misery.
Just as their words inflict the same.
Pain is all they know, and pain is all they deal.
The only excitement they have is from the happiness they steal.
Slipping into the abyss of doom
Destroying all life that would bloom.
You shall have your judgement one day.
And the sentence will not be as kind.
It doesn't matter how much you pray.
There is no escape from the ties that bind.
You shall be forced to meet your fate.
And pay for you wrongs at the stake.
Mabey that might compensate
For all the souls you loved to take.
Mabey if this were true the world would be a better place.
All would be good, a smile on every face.
In reality the world will be as grim as ever.
Stuck in this gloomy monotony forever.
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