Hypocritical,
These thoughts critical,
To my growth, spiritual
Yet daily I lack the strength and conviction to remain biblical.
Yet Prayers,
On barred heavenly layers,
My heart joining nay-sayers,
I’m disease ridden, call the CDC, I’m just an NPC among real players.
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Hypocritical,
These thoughts heretical,
I’m at a stage critical,
Falling within pyres and hell’s fires where grace is my only miracle.
Daily invocation,
Sins of a generation,
Lost. I’m in a state of desolation,
No hope just trying to grope the rope leading to salvation.
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“For by grace you been saved,”
Yet by sin I am enslaved.
Actions so despicable.
I am… Hypocritical.
I love your poetry. Nicely written.
Thank you 🙂
Gorgeous rhythm.
Thank you. More “spoken word” than poetry haha.
That makes sense. When I read it I thought it would be great verbally expressed.
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