New Year

Am I a neither good
Nor sweet a happy great ?
The stomache in my head
Is fat with voices’ hate.
An illness stalks my brain.
It stalks the mighty Pope.
Belief in the divine
Births sweet a righteous hope.
Hope is not a sin nor
An irrelevant lie
For Jesus Christ is good,
Messenger by and by.
God is the beginning,
The middle and the end.
He watches over us
And is our only friend.

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