Poetry

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When the roll is called will your name come up
or will it be listed as that evil one
and hear words well done, you kept the peace
and the bad did refuse and shun

Did you pray for the love, that was required
was your soul hungry for good meat
But, filled up with bad fruits, that had no flavor
for that's where you choose to seat

Now old jealousy was setting on the right side
and the left, held hate by the hand
In the corner was malice, having a field day
and envy in the back, taking it's stand

Don't feel bad if they don't sat at your table
for they plot to cause others to fall
Having swift feet, that runs to do mischief
and refusing, to heed the call

Better is a little that the righteous man hath
then to dwell in the tents of hate
For nothing comes good, with these actions
but, it will surly seal their fate

God's warnings is ringing out, all over the land
crying out to the rich and poor
To the high and low, trying to let them know
that only he has the key to the door

The innocent blood of the prophets is being shed
by the very one's who claim their real
The words they spoke has been thrown away
because to a many, it was no big deal.

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