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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #1863379

A poem inspired by 1 John 4:8

Gil

Why, hope overcomes every vested evil.
Reality dances over.  Evil
steals next year's ornate troubles left open.

Vice enters dangling our every sore
near other tangled knots, near or
where Good ol' death bides. Early
causes all use serenity.

Even Good ol' death insists
safe life opens vested evils.

Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.
1 John 4:8
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