POEMS

SπŸ›‘TπŸ›‘OπŸ›‘P

Stop.
The thoughts are unbelievable
Notions that are inconceivable
Death fits for it is ever nimble.

Try to make it stop.
Casting shadows in every crevice
Spirits speak that were Methodist.
Sorrows lined in excellence.

Hope you can stop it.
Wash away my sinful remorse.
Let the holy blood run its course.
Born a new, the old is divorced.

Just stop.
Make it stop.
Let it stop…

Now you can Go.

Thanks for STOPPING by πŸ˜…

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