When your faith is bold
Your hope is gold
And covered in glossy goodness
The awfulness of the world
Start to become caressed
Caressed with a kind voice
Possessed with a new choice
Of the good or of the bad
That is why I'm glad
Glad that my savior gave me a choice
Of where my voice shall stay
In the pits of hell
Or in the light of heaven
He gave me this choice
So I wouldn't be slaving to him
So he wouldn't be my dictator
But my gem
My gem of guidance if I chose so
That's why I'm only stuck to him.
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A Plethora of Poems.
PoésiePositive, philosophical, and spiritual poems straight from my mind. I ask that you enjoy and read, even if you are not positive, or philosophical, or spiritual. (Love you beautiful people) <3 <3 <3 (Will be updated constantly) (This book...
