Oh! my God, my God
though not been faithful
you bless me with grace
and your flames never glaze me
we humans are hopeful of your place, '' certainly''.
we weep with tears
you comfort us with pears
conqueror of the world
thou shalt see the divider of the Earth
if your sins are been capture as scene
yo shalt been burn
The Mystery of Faith of Mortal
till await your rapture.
© The poem boy, BARRISTER J MONEY