“They love God he showed them their sight in a mirror
They saw a great person finally changed
They seemed content finally knowing their name
Finally found so they couldn’t see themselves more clearer”
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in the age old battle for rt and wrong....raged under the eye of Adam fate decides who shall for a moment breathe easy.. the difficult and strange breathers are inevitable wracked by incessant and perfidious bouts of evil....increasingly the breathers are short by measure your poem is graphic and touching...yes there are a few redeemed souls from a massive body of lost ones very well written cheers
Wright brothers, you have the right message about 'The Streets' welcome to PH and keep writing you're good!