The truth to you I reveal at last,
will break my mournful silence fast
It shalt be heard around every nook,
maybe even written out as a book.
Justice I wasn't done to,
when I needed Him the most
in a fatal situation I was,
He did not act as faith's good host.
This was the truth.
My belief in Him was shattered,
Everything washed away all that mattered
had to roam the streets in clothes all tattered,
This was the truth.
Alone in an alleyway I waited,
for Him to perform His miracle as the holy papers stated
not for once did I give up hope,
while my faith went sliding down Hell's slope.
This was the truth.
At last no longer I could hold,
while I let the truth unfold
there was no Angel,
there was no Demon,
there was no Him,
this I realized while freezing all alone in the cold.
This was the truth.
-MJ
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Poems For The Dead And Alive
PuisiBasically, this is a collection of the poems that I've written, with the theme of death, life and personification.Also some of the words in some of the poems are written in old English, to expose the reader to a new experience. #Enjoyanddon'tgettood...
