Questioning FaithA Poem by Bethany Woody#3 Kelley Challenge
Buried under two thousand years
religion is old
Reverand, Reverand
has life played a trick?
A dead issue, don't wrestle with it.
I serve too many masters
in a world of coruption
one day we all will die
my fear grips, I'll die alone
Have you wondered what hell's like?
This land of fools will rise
live my twisted dream
we've got no time to lose
this world is shattered
now what are we supposed to be?
© 2009 Bethany WoodyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 31, 2009 Last Updated on March 31, 2009 AuthorBethany WoodyAtlanta, GAAboutThis is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet .. more.. |

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