Rashes are red,
Bruises are blue,
But when everything’s said,
I’ll still follow you
Trust in God, the Lord
For that is the only way
Don’t shut out the word
And listen to what I say
If it is power that will corrupt
And is longer than a mile
Then the given end will be abrupt
It can only be futile
Think on what is right
And don’t act too late
For until its night
The fire will wait
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The Rhythms Inside
PoetryWe all share hurts and pains but we haven't taken any action yet. So that's why the author created this to somehow cry with you in all your griefs. I don't know what to say anymore. Enjoy :)