My Memories of Holy Writ
"Go with God my son."
Or so the saying goes
Yet with God was I once
Suffering all the more
For giants of sin are we
"Blessed be thee."
Or so it can be said
Upon a path of righteous malice tread the men of God
Such roads I have seen with unblinking eyes
Now the essence of elemental sin am I
"In God we trust."
I made that same mistake
And so an age of blood stained tears
Met a meaningless end without purpose
I am indeed glad to condemned be
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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