Poetry

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Since you began, your soul I've stalked,
and with you always, have I walked.
In your heart, and mind, I am everywhere,
and you shall be mine, do I declare.
But only his love, keeps you out of reach,
so hoping am I, his mercy you breach.
Many corrupting things, I've gotten you to try,
so that sooner than later, you would die.
The gambling, the smoking, and the drinking,
and all the fithy thoughts, you've been thinking.
Along with your conceit, and pride you flaunt,
for I know not always, will he endure your taunt.
But the patience he has, does really astound,
and why he still loves you, it does confound.
For he still holds his wrath, and gives more time,
even though wicked and abominable, is the crime.
But very determined I am, to get hold,
because then shall my terror, you behold.
Then before me always, will your knees bow,
and oh how I wish, that time were now.
But for now your unrigteousness, does amuse,
so stay the course, and his kindness abuse.

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