We can agree upon that

Whenever there is justice,

there is a certain touch,

the freeing of the hostage

who was not valued much.

Togetherness is served by that,

by justice finding place.

As flower light is heading at,

what counts is good to face.

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That devil

When standing in the way, to God,
one is exactly not as blood.
And, who would do that, one may ask.
The answer is, it is all task.

The devil is like smile and pain.
No smile, that thinks, if not in vain.
So being to the devil is
ridiculous. And it is this.

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Getting it

The night is misty, lights are few,
not clear what has become of new.
I take my chances, carry on.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

My body aches, the bites are low,
the venom trumpet not to blow.
It neither leaves me weak nor won.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

And as I spit, I make my choice.
Not to get lost with too much noise.
The Lord I do depend upon.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

The creep is not much clarion.
I get it, fear's not to be done.

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Keep up

If okay with the evil, no mercy there is,

and the child and the adult both vanish by this.

What appears is the beast, by which fear is the rule,

and by which what is counting, are makings of fool.

Jesus Chris said it clearly, what life is about.

To show love is what matters, to Christ sheep, not gout.

By admitting the heart which is cruel, the step glips

by which walking on earth is like series of trips.

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