Man Kills The Innocent, As Best He Can. - Poem by Michael Gale
Deathly sadness enshrouds man in it's evil clutches...
There are starving people in Asian and foreign countries, that are forced to live in insect infested straw built hutches.
Why can't man help out his fellow man? ...
That sadistic Devil who is sometimes known as Satan.
Seems to hatch evil plans that enslave and punish man at every turn
of a page...
This in turn instills hosility and anger and unhappy rage.
Why must man continue to steal or kill or even live in sin? ...
Because man is filled with a hatred of man that naturally makes
him a loser who may never ever win.
If man is ever, to in life, to finally win...
He'll have to find his God and promise to himself and God, to
never, ever sin.
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