Wicked acts of the past bite my present,
Like an alligator chopping on its prey.
Previous consequences were brutal,
Being punched by the penalties.
Trying to conquer sins and punishments,
On a quest to fulfill a righteous destiny.
My mind is focused on the present,
Securing a foundation on determination.
My journey is a difficult path,
But virtue will prevail on my route.
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Author:
Survivor48 (
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- Category: Spiritual
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