Tyson Green Poems

Two sides, varying power. Though the better has become stronger. The bad grows sour.

The bad still has power, though the better is strong. It wants what the better does not, that which is wrong.
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From a place full of hate, disgust. I've been freed from it, for Lord I trust.

Shattered shackles lay flat on the floor. Walking out from this place, out through the door.
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For the Lord I trust

But some other evil follows me under my feet as dust
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Ah! Freedom at last!

From this thing that kept me chained in my past!
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Why do you keep your tongue?

And cease the actions that once stung?
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