poem
WORDS I LIKE TO SAY
I like to use my id when life is dim,
I won’t have my life to realm-
The thing am boasting is love for sheathe,
To confront the raging fire for death.
A brain should be use in order to reign.
A Preacher’s word says bitter death is hard to find
Yet, I left my brain inside the chaste,
When I saw my love towards me in haste…
Alright my soul facing to the inferno way,
For it’s the only key to leave my love array.
How a self worries such sulphur’s aghast,
Of peoples, things, prestige to keep this ghost.
Fading virtue, lives astray will go right today.
Janet S. Braza
He who walks honestly,
Works securely. ( Prov 10:9)
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