Confessions XIII
Friends may come,
Friends may go,
But the love of God will always stay true.
Even Jesus was hated by the Pharisees.
Love me or hate me I will stand strong.
A force to be wreckoned with that shall prevail.
Confessions XIII
Friends may come,
Friends may go,
But the love of God will always stay true.
Even Jesus was hated by the Pharisees.
Love me or hate me I will stand strong.
A force to be wreckoned with that shall prevail.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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