That Who Sins

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    That Who Sins
    Blood shed will increase, hate will dwell. The heart ache will rage and pain will swell. Love will be desolate and empty.While wisdom will be lost. Knowledge will be sought, but not found. The sinners peace will be chaotic. Joy will be turned to sorrow, while happiness will be no more. The sin of man will never change but forever be led through a path of darkness.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    mecidnac’s Poems (2)

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    mercy 1 02/15/2009
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