The last light fell
And silence swept the sky
The night feel deep
But no one heard their cry
And promises made grave
Are now to rich to save
And all that’s left is done.
They preach to crowds
They billow, spew and urge
They call to him
But practice not his word
And all they need is them.
Amity, accord
Speak not now for peace
Repose, repeat
Repent and promise keep
And time will not stand still.
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Well written piece.
Simply gorgeous this piece.
...preachers?
Thanks for the great feedback ya'll. I appreciate the input. Peace.
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