Friday, July 20, 2018

They that don't rest

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.

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