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Leave off malice and anger.
Let them not in thine heart
Be arisen to thy soul endanger,
To make thee from love part.
For until that goop you release
From thy stiff, pulsating thing;
In no wise shalt thou peace
Genuine possess in thine being.
Who, 'tween God and the Lucifer, a better
Lord be, with all one's soul and heart
And mind to be served; the very Master
For whom this life fleeting, not in part
But in whole, should be expended daily--
Comprehending the reward eternal also, haply?
It whirls about, my love
For a lovely homing dove,
On the floor of my heart,
Whose lips as a tutu part.
Having food and raiment,
Ought not man to be content?
Nothing living--we're told--
In this life, won't grow old.
If no Christian priorly am i. And should all
I know about the David's Son was from the
Believers' lips. One act of Christ that shall
My vagabond soul convert is that poor lady,
Who was, by the righteous Jews, caught in
The act of adultery, and to the eternal Light
Was brought to be unto death ******. Stooping
Down, and with his finger began he to write
In the sand; rising up again, saying, he should the
First person be a stone at her to cast
Among the gathered accusers, who's from iniquity
Free and has committed, not in the time past
Neither in this present state, a single sin. And
They, hearing this, from the oldest head began
They to disappear--who had come to reprimand
The woman with a stoning sentence--one by one.
Having all gone, Jesus, thus asked the smasher:
"Woman, where are all thine many an accuser?
And hath no man condemned thee?" She answering
The Lord gracious, "No, sir." "Neither do i too,"
Said the Saviour. "Go, and sin no more, my darling."
Yea, such is the Messiah's love and mercy true!
To save came Christ, and not to sinners ****;
The only Prophet that liberated man from the Devil.
Voyaging for grass green
And fortune to a foreign
Land, at sea many met--
The migrants--their death.
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