Approaching the merciful God, he who cares, his hand open. Enters a labyrinth with a sinless soul, clean, heart as pure as her untouched skin. Picking each turning table cautiously he mimicked the beast he chased into the depths of his damned pit. Center of the maze sits a polished and profound bitter fruit. This fruit should he eat before ripe, will claw out any saint he wished to keep. His white shirt became stained with rosey red sin, he bit. He lay a sinful man who with open heart, clean calloused hands, and with a face as beautiful as Absalom, sinned.
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2b2b2 says: Brilliant piece....well played...Bravo...thanks for sharing! |
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Labyrinth of SinApproaching the merciful God, he who cares, his hand open. Enters a labyrinth with a sinless soul, clean, heart as pure as her untouched skin. Picking each turning table cautiously he mimicked the beast he chased into the depths of his damned pit. Center of the maze sits a polished and profound bitter fruit. This fruit should he eat before ripe, will claw out any saint he wished to keep. His white shirt became stained with rosey red sin, he bit. He lay a sinful man who with open heart, clean calloused hands, and with a face as beautiful as Absalom, sinned.  |