ARE WE?
We are but wretched little things
small-minded in our finer’ies,
selfish in our mine’eries
Just wretched little things
with our eyes shut tight
to the light truth brings
while words spill forth with
no substance, no meaning.
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Wretched little things we are
with our hands in a fist
and our minds in a twist.
Just wretched little things, we be
With our hearts shut tight
to the love God brings
while hatred spills forth
without remorse, or feelings.
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Just wretched little things, aren’t we?
With no offerings of sympathy
and no feelings of empathy
vicious little things obtuse
to the pain we bring
with the lies we loose,
while evil spills forthwith
to become what we call truth.
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We are but wretched little things.
