When My Anger Burns The Flames of Sin, But Only Sorrow It Dears And Quench...#


Micro Anger #micro_lines

Just a tiny micro anger, then i spill words , so sivere i know i can't dere God, Not even my worst devastating dead for nothing naughty worst, then i know i have to confess, more mercy and grace father.



Poetry by BM Barde
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Written on 2015-09-07 at 14:24

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