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 😅
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Published by Trey Persons
I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web.
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