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.
2017-06-14T13:18:31+00:00

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