The Judgement Day, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

When the hair is long,
and the fingernail grow.
The sins tempted me,
and the people got hurt.
Streets of stranger cigarette.
Elders stumble like death.
My hair cut is a toll.
My fingers tremble.
Those nights of mare.
Slumber me as a sin tired.
My thought came to the Judgement.
How my tasks fail now lay surrender.
Still alone between God and Satan.
Love can only be trust in commands.
Hope is for an end of drudge.
Hope is for an end of lies.
There are nothing to say.
But Judge by God express.
One day sins can be avoid.
Or sins can be tolerate.
We will be in grace.
We will be happy.
Posted: 2014-11-16 04:24:51 UTC

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