The Redemption

The Redemption short poem

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When all the leaves are brown
And the sky ought to turn grey
The silence blankets over
I ain’t afraid of a thousand eyes
If I have five hundred smiles
But it seem so uncanny, so errie
That old nick is onto my soul
A devil chained hard to my soul
No chance of escape from this labyrinth
The lord of flies games his tricks onto me
My guardians of angels fell shielding me
I read, recite the holy pages
But I seem to be drowning in the lake dark
My memory seem to capsize by its armies
The old nick’s envoy captures me
To get drunk in her melody
O! Heaven…why’ve you untied me
The tie with my lord was sturdy
Chain turn’d rope, rope turn’d threads
But that thread’s turning strains of cotton
Save me my lord from falling into this inferno

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