Poetry

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Wrong Brings No Good.

When wrong clings to us,
it darkens our counsel,
making us feel secretive,
Hiding itself behind lies.

It acts like a virus,
infecting the whole,
it is very destructive,
breaking us to bits.

Brings fiery emotions,
hot and demanding,
always sabotaging,
our every good intent.

Wrong brings darkness,
drought and famine,
war and death,
the killing fields.

And so much crying,
sadness to mourn,
souls forlorn,
from goodness bereft.

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