Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Dear Pagans

Dear pagans
Got to flee fornication!
Ain’t no use to wonder why!
We all gonna die
And face the Judge
And He won’t budge
About His Law.
Gonna claw
You right down
To the ground
Like a hound.
He will chase you ’round
And ’round ’til
You are found
Get off the run.
Bow to the Son. 

0959 on 21 Nov., 2020

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