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- The Message Usurped
What men as peacocks take to centre stage to play the fool?
Then turn to common ways and tell the turned tale,
That from on high passed down to be salvations way,
Have let the freedoms choice all gone and went astray.
Wherein did man take book and seek the honest truth,
Fall foul of the sin of pride, and look not up but down to sandal bare,
Then fired up with zeal did orate the many, into subjugation,
That fell on wounded men, and desolated a trying nation.
There where men would go to find the mercy seat,
Was only man sitting, with decrees to help the ones who pay?
That all was not as seems the future now finds true,
As saddened humanity fell to colour blue.
Oh woe is man that held not the truth, but twisted word to suit,
So all could see his folly not the fame, aye and still they swaggered,
Call me father I speak for him above lord of all,
Yet where. oh where was writ I ask thee, that show there fit for fall.














Steff298 on Mar 7, 2010, 9:11 pm
What a superior piece to reach me first upon my return from a life of lies. Bravo David.
david barron on Feb 11, 2010, 7:56 am
Cheers Bejn glad you found something within.
Bejn Jonathon Xander on Feb 9, 2010, 11:42 am
Very well written. I could never understand why pride was denounced as a sin.