The Wicked
Here in the eternal swirl of the abyss,
darkness takes me. My spirit screams out
to God but alas, He will not hear me. There
is not help from above.
and I think of my father. He always taught
right from wrong, the left hand path from the
right. I hear many voices when I call for
my father. They tell me he cannot help you.
They mock me. I am pulled in many directions
and feel the gnashing of teeth. I lift my
eyes in hell for hope I know is not here.
and I think of my father. I know he will
never be in this place with me, the wicked.
2006-10-21
04:06:37
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Tina Louise Smith
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