The world was beautiful;
But departure was impending
The Sinful city singing its lore
The ignorant residents
Swaying in a manner
One would believe in no repentance at all
The evil penetrating in
With a violet's grace
Swiftly entering closer more
The sinful people with
Their ceaseless sinning steps
In their sinful ball
They are dancing in such joy
They are sinning for delight
Who will listen to my song?
The earth shaking below our feet
The sky shrieking above our shrieks
As the sinful city sung its lore
And here the flute is played
The soundpiercing through our flesh
And even through our bones
Now we are awake
Back in our flesh and bone
But naked running towards The Throne
No ,but they are worried now
About their now ceased sinning steps
The sinful city repenting its lore
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From My Eyes
PoetryA Collection Of Poems- How I see the world from my eyes. A delicate yet painful story of my life in several verses.