Thursday, June 16, 2011



"At the end, those that claim 'they will' might not even make it to heaven"

We break bread in church 
Forgiving sinful hearts of hurt.

The new falls behind from front
Religiously winning the race first.

Gossip cups overflowing wet
Saturated two faced secrets un-kept.

Preachers of words changed
Publicly crucified saints outraged.

Blessed offers to heavens tall
Hoped showers of blessings and love.

I pray for my salvation from the bottom
With desires of eternal living up above.

Aristo Dos Santos
CuPid Poetry
“For Those You Love and Adore”

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