Poetry

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© Bob Barra, 4-19-06

Now you have fulfilled your vow;
No obligation left to be sought after;
This bitterness you wish to allow,
Not ordained but by your master;

Embrace the quick and gathering gloom,
Behind kind words are emotions latent;
Make the air heavy in every room;
Keep your pattern set by Satan;

Your poisoned soul seeks to defile many;
Conquer with hate the Law of Love;
You heap up your sins aplenty,
You target of wrath from God above;

Read your books and make them laws;
Tie burdens heavy that you won’t bear;
Mark and condemn all our flaws;
Bring glee to your god of the air;

You learn and talk of any precept,
Never coming to knowledge of the Truth;
And your own rules you have not kept,
Your vehement heart evidence and proof;

Travel on land, or sea if you dare;
Make proselytes after your own fashion;
Your travesty they will share;
Your children are all sons of damnation;

Will you shut from all the doors of heaven,
Where you will never dare go?
For your heart is one embracing leaven,
Which keeps you company in eternal woe;

This you’ll find: A greater Law,
Seated on the greatest throne;
Which could have cancelled your greater flaw,
For you’ll find you were never your own.

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