This one will be up for only a limited amount of time. Read it while you can. If you like it, fine. If you don't, fear not. For my next trick I shall make it disappear. If you like it, perhaps you might want an explanation of what it means. In that case, I will post its translation.
This is a poem to our Creator
What's yours will be yours
To each its own and mongrel base
Forsooth our days were written and are
As guilty pleads a worthless case
Apathy's dynasties
What's yours will still be yours
Even hesitation's something
Peace is spawning open wars
Render unto Ceasar what
Belongs to Ceasar
What's yours is yours and so are they
But sinless we are neither
All men will still be men
All girls will still be girls
All sinners still in Sheol
And what is yours is yours.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. II Corinthians 4:16-18
2 comments:
Haha, I saved it forever. So now I can read it whenever I want!
You're evil, but i love you. And that's okay because I save your poems, too! Ha!
Post a Comment