An infant
Heart and soul so pure
New to this world
Perfect in God’s eyes
Growing year after year
Seeing and feeling
what is right and wrong
Knowing the difference
Choosing one or the other
Knowledge given
A fruit forbidden
An offer of choice
for the devil’s delight
A child perfect
A life of choices
Losing perfection
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2026 21:14
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
A poem of a cost of time and milage where any car that runs on the road is bound to show some wear and tear. Nicely done
I’m seeing artificial intelligence to be an infant with a very bleak future.
SIDs
Good write JM. Of course, only you and I are prefect. We're two GPD's. lol.
Guinea Pig Dudes. Godly Praying Dudes also!
Thanks for the realistic comment. Too much artificiality going about. Spell check took care of that fancy word!
I can't shay arti-fishi-alitysh after a couple of gins! lol.
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