Where is thy will?
The life we knew exists no more,
our logics and the oaths we swore,
their values now have turned to nil,
oh, Father Mine, where is Thy will?
The living shell we're dwelling in,
is merely now a toy for sin.
Priests are raping little kids,
dost Thou think it really fits?
But as we live, we're in command,
without the help of Father's Hand,
of the world we know today,
of our doom and Judgment Day
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| Melodramatically: | Dinsdag, juni 12, 2007 11:33 |
| We all have to experience some things of live.. Wether there is a God or not.. But as well as I do not believe in Him I do like your poem, it shows so much strength! | |
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| Auteur: Disciple | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 juni 2007 | ||
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