Pain Of The World
The world hurts.
It is cold and unknown.
Love turns to hate,
there is a future full of fate.
The end is near,
it will be drear.
When Christ comes,
the pain is done.
So far many fall,
under the Bible and under God's law!
They struggle with the cold, hurt, and the burning wind,
they need to stand and repent.
Hate is the pain of the world!
poem by Garnett Angel Loving Soul
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