
GodHis ethereal legacy to accept allGod7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
As we are presume to believe
Further my soul falls
Until my sins are to be reprieved
Rising to the light
Watching the world crumble
Feeling love despite
My black marked legacy to be humble
Damned to Hell for my human ways
As I feel the fire cook my skin
The mistakes I've made in dark days
None can cleanse my sins

The Church VicarThe Church VicarThe Church Vicar21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The bells they rang in the old church steeple
Not a soul bode inside the cathedral
The Books they lay unread by a people
Save the Vicar in will to beseech all
The world had left his church for lusts of flesh
Only he on Sunday heard the sermon
In his kirk he wrote with the Lord to mesh
In this ministry he longed to warn man
His life of the cloth was unrewarding
To a conviction of worldly villains
Still he reaped wherever His Sword shall be
By the passion of Evangelism
Through the Lord you will not want succession
To His Kingdom by humble profession
"For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as