You were given the gift of life.
No debt to pay,
All endowed on the cross.
But you've bartered it for the fleeting thrills.
of the worldly frills.
Child, why wander for such empty glories
That sweeten by the day,
and fade in the night.
When an alcazar await, not far away
Carved with divinely hands
Yet you let your soul ebb
Beware,
To be swallowed by the eternal perditious fires,
Is to trespass,
You don't belong there.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2025 14:39
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Admonitions that this person does not belong in the place they are choosing that they are better than that. Nicely written
A write of someones current actions and behaviour resulting in them being in a place they shouldn't be, as they could do so much better, nicely expressed and written
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