Everything stored is vegetation
With time it all moves to fermentation
But that doesn't mean it's thrown out
The more fermented the better
The cows will grow fat
The better the milk
The farmer thinks and he keeps heaping more
Dear soul may your silo be heaped of good memories
And not of bitter memories and deeds
May a right spirit be renewed in me by the Greatest Shepherd
And a clean heart created
That the storage within may be a glorification of your name
That my speech would be from the abundance of you
May this silo be filled of your word
Of your Psalms may I sing
Of your promises I want to speak
Of your glory and favour I want to testify
And by your Word may this flesh live
But am not sure am a silo yet
I feel like a trash pit instead.
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Inbred Fire
RandomA young girl tries to understand who she is when she finds herself having feelings that she does not understand. As she tries to make light of them she comes up with these few short stories some in poetic form while others are just plain stories on...
