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[–] PeaceSeeker ago 

Such ego, such hybris! Such unrighteous wrath!

Hast thou forgotten already the power that Christ hath?

Or didst thou ever know it? There's the field, now sow it.

For one canst not reap righteous fruit whilst forsaking every poet.

 

Thou think'st I'm angry? Flushed? E'en overexcited?

Lost one, it fills me with joy to respond to thee!

For joy is the fruit of seeing wrongs righted,

Joy is the result of being a lamp for He.

 

Play what games thou wilt. Cherish thy material power.

It will all be worth less than silt in that final hour

When Christ shall come to judge us all, the living and the dead.

Some lived their lives for the sake of good, while thou just protected thy head.

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[–] NotHereForPizza [S] ago 

I have absolutely zero need for any of your tainted poetry.

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[–] PeaceSeeker ago 

It is Christ Whom you need.