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Feelings of hatred
Feelings of wrath
what is the source
you do the math
My human need
and humanities greed
has planted in me
a poisonus seed
My body is weak
My body is frail
What is the cure
for all that I ail
Humanity is uncaring
and morality stale
organized religion comes
right through the mail
What are my chances
when ingaged in these dances
I really did try
to make some change
But never could I
Fit within humanaties range
So what is the answer
What could it be
What has he
For one low as me
I'll follow my convictions
where ever they go
Where I'll end
No man can know
Let no interpretations
and no logical facts
Guide my foot steps
along old beaten paths
Because no one man is right
and every man wrong
Let me be with God
and my soul sing it's own song
let no man judge me
for my many past misdeeds
Because Sin's poisonus hatred
in every man misleads
So do not judge me
and I'll not judge you
Only God knows
what is just and is true
All else is Satan's
venomous grip
If we follow that path
It will be a very short trip
- by The Traveling Man |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: Spirituality
- Artist: The Traveling Man
- Description: This is a poem i wrote one day when I was tired of being looked down upon for my spiritual views. I'm still reworking it for flow, but I hope you enjoy it any way.
- Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: spirituality religion christianity
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Comments (2 Comments)
- FieryHeartedAngel - 04/17/2009
- I love it! 5/5
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- x-VeXo-x - 07/16/2008
- nice its relly good
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