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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Monday, 6 May 2013

Touch wood!

The good God up above-
has granted us bountiful love,
with which we've made merry,
and many have tied knots in its sanctuary.

In guise, many use it to improvise; 
to masquerade as lonely souls seeking love's fortitude,
so they cheat, manipulate, persuade and tell lies,
abusing it instead of paying gratitude.

Yet still, God has given to us like ardent parents,
who have the right to but don’t treat us like tenants.
It's disgraceful how we counteract His Goodwill,
as we stir up debauchery exercising our freewill,

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