Judgement of OurselvesA Poem by ashleydawn"Do you see that man, the one behind bars over there?" "Why yes sweet child, I see him." "He killed a man once and is runnin' from the law. Isn't that terrible?" "It is indeed." "And her, to the left? She sleeps with twenty men a week Twenty! Can you imagine?" "Oh my, that's unbelievable." "And that poor boy, bless his soul He steals from each store and lies to his mother Constructing the story of "honest pay"." "That's pure deciet, and so young. Shame." But you my dear Yes, you my child So beautiful, so perfect Your status is so much higer than these! Their treacherous sins Can't compare to your fine judgement Superior knowledge and rightly gained wisdom Ah, my child, sweet child You are so much better than anything." "Really? You think I'm that great?" That my faults are no where near as deep as theirs? "Oh yes! Yes, my child you are of such higher elevation!" "Oh, Satan. You devil. Can't you see? I am no different From the prostitute, the liar, the mudered? A sin is a sin is a sin and I am a selfish, prideful, stubborn, greedy, self-centered, narrow minded, angry, less than pathetic believer of my Jesus Christ and I deserve to be cast with the lot."
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Added on April 18, 2011 Last Updated on April 18, 2011 |

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