Memories spiral out of control. This melting pot I call my soul. - TopicsExpress



          

Memories spiral out of control. This melting pot I call my soul. Repentance is at hand for me. I need to maintain constant degree. Above the creature I display. A new me is born without delay. I bow my head and start to pray. Not that hard to walk away. Live to fight another day. Inadequate if I turn cold. No service to the broken world. Devastation draws uncomfortably near. I cleansed my soul, now I think clear. Ill rise above this rooted evil. Claiming my throne among Gods people. The time is here as I grow older, proclamation Christian Soldier. ©2014.Jeremy.Evans All Rights Reserved.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 04:51:03 +0000

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