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Write a vision,
And make it clear;
With provision,
To read with fear.
The vision will,
Happen sometime;
As to instill,
The depth of crime.
It is no lie,
To reach its goal;
To make men cry;
With a burnt soul.
It will not be late,
To those with pride;
Seeing their fate,
And cannot hide.
But the worthy,
Will live because;
Being sin free
Having no flaws.
For faithfulness,
Will remain true;
Brings blessedness,
With each day through.
If drunk on wine,
Makes a bad mood;
Acting like swine,
And very rude.
They will insult,
With clever wit;
As a result,
No longer fit.
They never rest,
And is like death;
Failing each test,
Till their last breath.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
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