Fear the day of the sharp sound
Destroys all that is around
Dead are all the living souls
Shade, there is none to be found
And the earth is shaken, skies torn
Every soul will arise, all forlorn
Forsaken are the bonds and the gold
The Sinners that day will mourn
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Sinners and Doers #Wattys2016
PoetryA poetry book on nature's beauty and it's relation to God. But it includes pretty much everything there can be in a man's life.
