So it is a measure of worth in time lent you give the remarks in written words not yet spent I question this place you built for the presence of love in perfect form man and woman a spirit like dove
My God I come before you as a man condemned as fate and faith has brought me to this end I stand on grounds as old as time and earth, questioning reasons as to why you came to give birth
Purgatory of the cause you lent a face to see, man deserves to be on this palace for all eternity Created in the image of the God power to relate you cast us out of paradise knowing it our fate
In cries laid in history a drop into your mind read not a question as what becomes of my kind Role in feud conflict staid upon a part of ground you stopped my heart and laughed at the hurtful sound
You have claimed back this place where I stand before as mark upon the race drown in a revolving door A sad reflection is in your face what became of love tremble in honor required in desire burning white dove
Promise made in time at garden gates named for life under the heal of man the snake tests my wife Eyes reach for angel's wings beating time sadly marked as faith and hate extreme measure takes pieces of heart
Presence forth we stand as cold faces created in image following a ledger well kept as times marker and pilgrimage Dare I question all knowing and freedom example ruled new testing every product of history played in mans Quest viewed
Proud is what I am as I am as much you as you are me forgave me worth an such Earth created for me as place to roam and own a promise to me from father and mother you've known
You have claimed back this place where I stand before as mark upon the race drown in a revolving door A sad reflection is in your face what became of love tremble in honor required in desire burning white dove
Promise made in time at garden gates named for wife under the heal of man the snake tests my life
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Well done Walter!!
Love Tinka
Joseyln
Blessings and peace to you
in all that you write
come what may just write on I say!