Oh come all you thugs,
from all over the earth.
Oh come everyone,
and come hear the Word.
Oh come all you gangsters,
you crackheads, and whores,
to the small corner church, and we'll all praise the Lord.
Oh come all you poor,
and the paralyzed,
and ask Jesus to give you a new pair of eyes.
Oh come pregnant teens,
with babies inside,
who's thinking about abortion,
and the mistake that they'll hide.
Oh come pray to God,
and ask him to guide,
you with your new burdens, that you'll have to ride.
Oh come everyone,
from all corners of earth.
Let's all pray to Jesus, before times all get worse.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2018 11:30
- Comment from author about the poem: I barrowed the flow of this piece from Bob Dylan's 'Master's Of War'.
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Comments1
Great write
Thank you. I appreciate the complement.
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