throughout their lives they lied to all around.
there was no truth to be found.
they cheated every chance that they could
and with family, it mattered not if they should.
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a very good poem on a very good subject...well narated
You have a good message here. The truth is there. Angels do speak of heavenly things. You have written strong, important points here. Good reading! Nicely formed into a story of interest too. DC
Again a well narrated poem indeed, this is very good, nice to read. And I liked the message and all the words spoken by the Angel! ! ! hey people say humans make mistakes, and there are no clear cut angels or devils in real world... I feel you are almost an angel.. well these days we say to girls 'you are like an angel'... yet the fact of the matter is bible portray angel as male figures..... May be it is because these days hard to find good men.... well I should say, this poem is written with a divine pen.. very good 10++ cheers/ bestwishes Shan
throughout their lives they lied to all around. there was no truth to be found. they cheated every chance that they could and with family, it mattered not if they should......did all whaever they could do n finally........God forbad me telling the truth....beautiful poem with clear vision and forsight...10'' read mine go back...i am disgrace and blot on humanity....
Wonderful to know that as long as one is alive second chances are always possible, A very strong message. Ten for you. Warm regards, Sandra
very nice thought dear louis.... well penned... the strenght of faith never to be underestimated.......well done , , , , ten i qoute from one of my fav pieces......... 'And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.' Disederata by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s