Well That Suits Me Fine Poem by Francis Duggan

Well That Suits Me Fine



You say I am damned well that suits me fine
Save your own soul mister you cannot save mine
To worship the God you believe in you won't convert me
With your way of thinking I do not agree
The God that you say you serve you do not serve that well
He surely did not tell you to tell me that I am bound for hell
The God that you worship and to whom you are true
One would hope is not as judgemental as you
For my sins I am the one who has to pay
Save your own soul mister for your own salvation pray
I for one cannot say of a life beyond the grave
And I and I only my own soul can save
According to you I am destined for hell
And I must pay the price of the mere infidel.

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