His Fate Poem by Lamar Cole
His Fate
He knew that from God's grace he had fell.
Now there were hands reaching to pull him into hell.
He now wished that he had lived right.
If he wanted to get to heaven, he had to put up a fight.
But redemption now for him was too late.
To burn in hell was his fate.
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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8/3/2025 3:49:49 PM # 1.0.0
A sad poem, a reminder: Don't wait Until it's too late.