The sins of yesterday, have not past,
for their after effects, still do last.
So your true smile, you have yet to see,
because still will you not come to me,
You have complicated things, I had planned,
for death and sin, do go hand in hand.
Very crooked, you have made your road ahead,
upon which there are, many snares spread.
For it indeed is, a very dark path,
leading to nothing, but eternal wrath.
But the death of a loved one, I do not enjoy,
it is so very painful, and does annoy.
So because for you, do I greatly care,
heavy are the burdens you must bare.
For there are struggles put in place,
so that the wise will turn, and seek my face.
Where waiting with open arms, shall I be,
then shall you know, how I missed thee.
And straight, will I again make the road,
and with gladness, shall ease your load.
Then shall I rejoice, in your precious smile,
for it has been gone, too long awhile.
somebody else
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