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Pointers Of Fingers

Poetry By: Stormbird Throneshaker
Poetry


Poem written 06/28/2012


Submitted:Jun 28, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


A brother went and done this and a sister did that

or a friend and a neighbor right down the street

Nice to your face they'll stab you in the back

what are they hiding from you and from me.

What's in their closet deep down in their well

that they don't want us to find or discover

There will be plenty of judge and jury in hell

all hidden sins will burn bright as they suffer.

Pointers of fingers must have broken mirrors

or no mirrors at all to see the sins that they hide

They just can't wait to rush off to listening ears

while racing to hell on the dark horses they ride.

No one is perfect and free from mistakes

for everyone has fallen and everyone dies

Some pay and repent for their evils and hates

as others tell of your sins with loud cries.

What was taken that they should be giving

and broken that they should have repaired

Who's lives are ruined by the way they're living

while headed for hell with their noses in the air.

Pointers of fingers must have broken mirrors

or no mirrors at all to see the sins they hide

They can't wait to rush off to listening ears

while racing to hell on the dark horses they ride.

A brother went and done this and a sister did that

or a friend and a neighbor right down the street

Nice to your face they'll stab you in the back

what are they hiding from you and from me.





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