There are those that rest not
Up here,down there,always somewhere
Not in search of dime nor Life
But in gossip and hearsay, to lavish
To strangle breaking hearts by a pile of myopic perceptions
Pray for them
Every word that paints their lips
Is a mix of envy,evil and empty talk
They bouy around in litres of pride
Pouring unto others their bitter selves
Their songs are drummed in arrogance
Their dance, a rave of others defeat
Pray for them
What are the days of their lives
But a sure sum of vain showoffs
They lie in spiritual deception
Oblivious of the speck in their minds
One day, tears in prayers
One dear,tearing new converts
Before they taste a drop of eternal fire
See them a pint of Christ
Pray for them.
Up here,down there,always somewhere
Not in search of dime nor Life
But in gossip and hearsay, to lavish
To strangle breaking hearts by a pile of myopic perceptions
Pray for them
Every word that paints their lips
Is a mix of envy,evil and empty talk
They bouy around in litres of pride
Pouring unto others their bitter selves
Their songs are drummed in arrogance
Their dance, a rave of others defeat
Pray for them
What are the days of their lives
But a sure sum of vain showoffs
They lie in spiritual deception
Oblivious of the speck in their minds
One day, tears in prayers
One dear,tearing new converts
Before they taste a drop of eternal fire
See them a pint of Christ
Pray for them.
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