Lord,

Grant me strength, speed and success,
Helping me to turn corners straight.
My soul deliver from wickedness
That lurk, lying about in wait.

No one the day knows well enough
To the end--its smooth and rough.
Teach me thus in life the way to go
In the fast lanes and the slow.

Gay and green
tender boughs
blooming branches
fruitful vine
looking-down.

He, afront be; and first,
The stone cast, who
No wrong hath wrought.

It's an optical
Illusion,
Beholding infatuation
As affection--
Mental
Confusion.

As parallel lines
meet nay;
so is good and evil.

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?

No matter how vile a man might be,
Even viler than ****** and more terrible
Than the devil; he will nonetheless
Have cheerers--his own people.

Witches and wizards loathe light--
Day is never their buddy but night,
Like ritualists and robbers and strumpets
Who prefer to blow the trumpets

Of their acts mainly in the darkness.
And however "good" you are, as Jesus
Christ of Nazareth, many shall be
Your foes in the Sadducee and Pharisee

Of the world. Though truth be killed; yet,
It shall undoubtedly again resurrect.

It's dragging along
Like an he-goat,
Life--pulled with a strong rope
By a butcher. Animal cruelty
Is like an existence of exigency.
Where now is the hope
For one sans meals, coat
And crib, with many a sad song?

With his upper-cut
released;
she lieth
abed,
sighing out.

They're never indigenous--
Ingenuity and genius,
Neither fortune
--
To anyone.

To its own hurt
it sweareth--
love--
and changeth
not.

When they *****,
we know;
their ****,
a top show.

It's either Elysium
Or Erebus,
When the die is
Cast.

To every
glory
story,
shame
there's
behind
the curtain's
fame.

God hath enemies,
Devil cronies;
Evil's beloved,
Good's disapproved
Of.

To fall:
Just deck they heart
in pride and arrogance.

Death is no loss,
If life eternal is
Gained.

Nothing living--we're told--
In this life, won't grow old.

Fallen into an iniquity
like me?
Jesus
loveth us
still.