What seems to be of value
It has no worth to me
All the things of this earth
They will pass beneath my feet
Sometimes these things hurt
They stick into your heart
Remember all the armor
Hold your faith from the start
It will always protect you
From the coming worldly attack
Don't cower away from them
Stand up and fight back
Charge in with great strength
As you hold onto The Word
You will always win your battle
Holding onto God's personal Sword
This is a little advice
I give to my friends
But the one needing it most
Its me in the end
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My Poetry, my relief of the repetitiveness of everyday. When inspired by life, deprived of happiness, or motivated by love, I put my thoughts here.
