Bastard
'O Bastard flesh, my bastard, my bastard.
Will i ever be free of thee.
Bastard you are.
You trust not in your Father, nor believe.
Fear is yours O bastard,
You keep me.
Where can we go together? Will I be lead by you?
Will i ever be free?
You decieve me O Bastard.
O Father set us free.
Bastard
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Barrie
Barrie
After letting go of branches and walking through the ape gait, we managed to grasp what hands were really for......
What a strange poem..........I've read something that sounds like this for sure.........
Maybe you could add to it and try a more original format?
I don't really get what this is saying.......Is it religious?
Sorry
Dalena x
Maybe you could add to it and try a more original format?
I don't really get what this is saying.......Is it religious?
Sorry
Dalena x
Life is one good lick away from being naughty
lol. Thats for your own heart to decide Dalena. 
For me my flesh is my own nemesis, "I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing." Rom 7:18
This is my battle.
For me my flesh is my own nemesis, "I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing." Rom 7:18
This is my battle.