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TEMPTATIONS WAY

TEMPTATIONS WAY

When in a Room with a bunch of liars, you learn how to lie...

I love my Family and I love my Friends...

The problem I see is they don't really love me...

I have been down many Wrong Paths and that's not always where I find them...

But, it's a shortcut to the Dead End...

Cut through some Fields and made it out alive...

A different Road I take to find my way to the Cross, and I don't have my Friends, I'm all alone with People who try and take me away...

It seems either the Roads are not marked correctly, or Everyone is going the Wrong Way...

I need Directions to The Cross...

How do I get off Temptations Way?

I don't want to go back to The Dead End...
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Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Christopher Correia

wow, Sparrowsong, so pure and emotive, love this poem, the 'cross' is offered to all though many different roads they come from, it finds them, so can temptation, sadly  the governing body of the soul (the will) decides the way we choose, but 'temptation' and the 'Cross' both find us....this is a brilliant composition, my friend, cheers

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lodigiana

Hi Sparrowsong, what an emotive piece!..you dont need directions to the cross hun  ..you already know the way - you need to listen to your heart for the best route to take , set up your SatNav and GO girl. Lovely piece xxx
Lodigiana 

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