Poetry

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The false teachers are dried-up springs,
They are a mist blown by a storm;
The fake news that one of them brings,
Are like the bees within a swarm.

Gloomy darkness is kept for them,
They arrogantly use nonsense;
To seduce people to condemn,
Moral standards as a defense.

They charm sexual desires,
Luring to sexual freedom;
Seduction what one admires,
Letting lust to block the wisdom.

Freedom is promised unto them,
And seduce those who did escape;
Spew them out as if they are phlegm,
Like the seed found within a grape.

They became slaves of corruption,
Being a slave since they are weak;
For emotions cause eruptions,
To satisfy pleasures they seek.

When we know the Lord and Savior,
We can escape filth of this place;
God looks upon us with favor,
While showing His mercy and grace.

But if we get involved with sin,
Weakness giving in to the grime;
Then we have to confess again,
To be forgiven for the crime.

We are worse off than as before,
And would have been better for them;
Never to have known any cure,
Avoiding from God to condemn.

Never knowing the way of life,
A holy life that God approves;
Living to endure any strife,
As rotting His Spirit removes.

A dog goes back to its vomit,
A pig rolls in mud after washed;
The rich keeps making a profit,
A fly returns till it is squashed.

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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