"crup" poems
In a cage locked up
My soul cried out in scorch crup
Imagine the dangers of living without God
Penitentiary enclaved
Money, love couldn't hold me back being enslaved
Ambivalent feelings crossed my next step
I toiled round this invincible cage ill my bones munched death
The thought of death quaked my heart
Stars turned to galaxy of fear
Then God spoke to me outloud
Ain't no cage son; but your hatred, selfishness, anger and resentment for people
My mind coined in perspicuous bitterness
God's mercy broke this cage
And I came out unbelievably highspirited
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC