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Sick Of Criticizm

Saints with scripture prophecize
Preaching faith with emblazoned eye
Asking me to just believe...
In life, in truth, in humility

Shall I play the martyr now?
Do I hold in my hands a gift endowed?
Aren't I a prophet with faith as well?
Do you believe in me?
Time will tell....

I believe in a world that's good and just
Relationships built with a sacred trust
I'd stand at an alter and preach to you
But my voice is too soft...
And I can't break through

I'd ask you to follow me over the land...
Searching for purity...my hand in your hand
Still alone on my patronage....a fellowship of one
And I'll stand judge and jury..
Only on the sins THAT I have done

~THE FLOWING PEN~








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