Life is like a vacuum cleaner, only a thousand times meaner. Every man gets sucked in, and many find it hard to win, basically because they can't rid themselves of their sin.
First man fell
cause the devil wanted
him in hell
All men fall
when he comes to call
Many men stall
however not all
Some don't welcome evil in
cause they try to defy sin
Life breaks a man down
sooner or later his face
will frown
His body will grow frail
with the devil hot on his trail
He'll be lucky to in any way excel
Time has a big eraser
so does the evil chaser
Almost all men go for
the long hall
knowing eventually they
will fumble the ball
Life becomes a cruel game
baring no shame
and loudly calling name
For our evil actions we
have no one else to blame
For all our good deeds
it's good to know the same
As we enter the end zone
it sure lessens the flame
It's not authentic Rhyming in the sence of the word.
It jitters a little here n there. the 'beat' gets itself lost now n then.That's why I'm so sure that you will edit it. Cause the theme is great, and worth editing.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Well put together piece.
God bless,
Lew
It jitters a little here n there. the 'beat' gets itself lost now n then.That's why I'm so sure that you will edit it. Cause the theme is great, and worth editing.
of which it seems you're the best at it
thanks for sharing Grady
Peace be with you Brother
William
Wisdom in your write.
George