“I willingly believe that the damned are, in one sense, successful, rebels to the end; that the doors of hell are locked on the inside.” — CS Lewis
Bad times keep us growing
Good times keep us going
Until we outgrow
And, do, we outknow
The One, Who, calls the shots
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Good times can go bad
Bad times, only, had
Till the fine line between
Can no longer be seen
Cannot wash, out, damned spot
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Redemption's a joke
Damnation a cloak
To hide us from Him
Divine antonym
Out of sight, there, no doubt
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Grand tour’s over
Full disclosure
Tallies our score
Down to the core
Kettle calls, black, the pot
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Welcome back is a phrase
Denied by our ways
Of rebellion to the last
Joining those who are cast
With those who, Him, hear not
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We're the cocksure winners
And the shockproof sinners
Who owe, no One, apologies
To forgive self-serving qualities
Key-in-pocket, stay, our lot
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About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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