Silent Saints Comments

With these tears words. He does, he do. What else do bad people/evil people wants? One has to sacrifice this self to be untied as one again. One day you will pay, they will pay. Sick, lying in a cross bed, no patterns. No words to be said. Speak. Where are thou my God, persecuted to unworthy place at all. Crushed and burn is it all to end? Come then and rest with me.. :)

Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with spiritual insight in good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing Joel. Please read my poem COLOSSAL MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.